Like your last lullaby Before I hit the road Always hate those short goodbyes Headed out one month of shows A sunny day, your business suit I drive off this is hard for you Cuz you know I'm always chasing something I come back and reminisce 'Bout desert winds and acid trips And the Open Road Looking up, late night Clear sky, New Mexico Holy ground beneath my feet Another day a mystery Headed out some place that we don't know All I know is we'll be there soon Dancing with strangers in an old country saloon Looking up, late night Clear sky, New Mexico Looking up, late night Clear sky, under the brightness of the moon The darkness and those long days They sure were tiring, so I fell asleep to you The open road may be calling But it means nothing, if I'm not coming home to you Looking up, late night Clear sky, New Mexico