Letras
Misty foggy afternoon
Be in town very soon
Driving down the road
Street is looking old
Same old mountain face
Been through this place
Darkness ready to fall
Coyotes sounding the call
Gas is getting low
But still I must go
Storm is coming in
Thunder and lightning'
Finally hit the town
Gave me a frown
In all the stores
Are just bare floors
Tumbleweed flies by
Makes me sigh
Found the next town
Something's gone down
The place is empty you see
Except a calendar dated 2083