Highway 29

I slipped on her shoe

She was a perfect size seven

I said, there's no smokin' in the store, ma'am

She crossed her legs and then

We made some small talk

And that's where it should've stopped

She slipped me her number

I put it in my pocket

My hand slipped up her skirt

Everything slipped my mind

In that little roadhouse

On Highway 29

It was a small town bank

It was a mess

And I had a gun

You know the rest

Money on the floorboards

Shirt was covered in blood and she was cryin'

Her and me, we headed south

On Highway 29

In a little desert motel

The air was hot and clean

I slept the sleep of the dead

I didn't dream

I woke in the morning

Washed my face in the sink

We headed into the Sierra Madres 'cross the borderline

The winter sun shot through the black trees

I told myself it was all something in her

But as we drove, I knew it was something in me

Something that'd been comin' for a long, long time

And something that was here with me now

On Highway 29

The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline

She wasn't sayin' nothin'

It was just a dream

The wind come silent through the windshield

All I could see was snow and sky and pines

I closed my eyes and I was runnin'

Yeah, I was runnin', then I was flyin'