It was barely last winter when I stood alone
by my burned out dreams on the side of a dusted road
and yeah I'd seen it comin' it's just that I lost my way
as I thumbed out west past the mountains and the open plains...
And who have I become now I don't love no one
Who have I become, I've tried to love everyone
but them lights ain't little stars
they're oncoming trains and they're aiming straight for my heart
I've been lighting fires like some signal to
a woman that might just take pity on a one night fool
but in the morning I'm running from those love love locked eyes
got to find my way down old habit roads and lonesome signs...