DIME

Midnight mass for a midnight moon
Midnight drive to a midnight tune
Mystery train moving black in the rain
She’s popping her gum like pink champaign
Said, “Let’s pull over to the side of the road
Or are you hardly breathing?”

Stopped by the river for some open air
I took a rifle & she took a flare
Fingers moving cold just a shot in the dark
Somebody missed but I hit the mark
Headlights hot as they hit the road
& she was hardly breathing

3 red trucks at a country bar
I walked in the barrel of a steel guitar
Mud on my shoes, My hair was a mess
Reached in my coat & I pulled out a dress
Said, “I found these rags on an open road
& someone hardly breathing”

Was it something I did was it something I said
Listen to the sirens inside my head
I’m giving out number, giving out clues
These late night hours get me so confused
Then I sang them a song about a winding road
& I was hardly breathing


© January 10, 1982 Chris LeRoy
Published by New West Crash Music/ASCAP