Highway 29

<br>I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size seven <br>I said "Theres no smokin in the store maam." <br>She crossed her legs and then <br>We made some small talk thats where it should have stopped <br>She slipped me her number, I put it in my pocket <br>My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mind <br>In that little roadhouse <br>On Highway 29 <br><br>It was a small town bank it was a mess <br>Well I had a gun you know the rest <br>Money on the floorboards, shirt was covered in blood <br>And she was cryin, her and me we headed south <br>On Highway 29 <br><br>In a little desert motel the air was hot and clean <br>I slept the sleep of the dead, I didnt dream <br>I woke in the morning, washed my face in the sink <br>We headed into the Sierra Madres cross the border line <br>The winter sun shot through the black trees <br>I told myself it was all something in her <br>But as we drove I knew it was something in me <br>Something thatd been comin for a long long time <br>And something that was here with me now <br>On Highway 29 <br><br>The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline <br>She wasnt sayin nothin, it was just a dream <br>The wind come silent through the windshield <br>All I could see was snow, sky and pines <br>I closed my eyes and I was runnin <br>I was runnin then I was flyin