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 pissing in doorways
  and the rats run 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 i come 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 housekeeper comes 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...