Well he'd been hearing too many voices and feelin'a little off-rack
  Like there was something big pressing down on his back
  So he called up his friends and they said come on out west
  It's a place where a man can really feel his succes
    So he pulled his heart and soul down off the shelf
  Packed them next to the faith that he'd lost in himself
  Said his good-byes and when the dirty work was done
  He turned his wheels into the fading sun
    For seven days and nights like a black-top bird he sped
  Maintained radio silence 'cept for in his head
  And just like his folks did back in '69
  He crossed the border at Needles and heard the promised land on the line
    Now where the Transcontinental dumps into the sea
  There's a bar made up to look like 1963
  Girl in the corner eyed him like a hungry dog a bone
  As he brushed the desert dust off that Mercedes chrome
  Bartender said "Hey, how's it hangin', tiger?"
  He had a shot of tequila, smiled and whispered "lighter"
    He went down to the desert city where the rattlesnakes play
  And left his dead skin by the roadside in the noon of day
  Sun got so hot it almost felt like friend
  It could burn out every trace of where you been
    There was a woman he'd met in a desert song
  A little while later a son come along
  Looked at that boy's smile and called it home
  And that night as he lay in bed the only voice he heard was his own