the heat is so great 
it plays tricks with the eye 
it turns the road to water 
and then from water to sky 
and there's a crack in the concrete floor 
and it starts at the sink 
there's a bathroom in a gas station 
and i've locked myself in it to think 

and back in the city 
the sun bakes the trash on the curb 
the men are [bad word] in doorways 
and the [bad word] in herds 
i've got a dream of your face 
that scares me awake 
i put too much on my table 
and now i got too much a stake 

and i might let you off easy 
yeah i might lead you on 
i might wait for you to look for me 
and then i might be gone 
where [bad word] from and where i'm going 
and i'm lost in between 
i might go up to that phone booth 
and leave a veiled invitation on you machine 

and you'll stop me, won't you 
if you've heard this one before 
the one where i surprise you 
by showing up at your front door 
saying 'let's not ask what's next, 
or how, or why' 
i am leaving in the morning 
so let's not be shy 

the door opens, the room winces 
the [bad word] in without a warning 
and i squint at the muscular motel lady 
says 'hey good morning' 
and she jumps, her keys jingle 
and she leaves as quick as she came in 
and i roll over and taste the pillow with my grin 
well, the sheets are twisted and tangled 
and the heat is so great 
and i swear i can feel the mattress 
sinking underneath your weight 
oh sleep is like a fever 
and I'm glad when it ends 
and the road flows like a river 
and pulls me around every bend 


and you'll stop me, won't you... 

the heat is so great 
it plays tricks with the eye 
it turns road to water 
and water to sky 
and there's a crack in the concrete floor 
and it starts at the sink 
there's a bathroom in a gas station 
and i've locked myself 
in it to think 

and you'll stop me, won't you...