This is not Texas but we can still get lost here. I could buy you another drink if you let me. We can get wild tonight in this creepy bar or we can take the road and get out. Sometimes I feel I'm choking in here. Let's free our minds to see what we are missing. What else we can ask for? There's roads to take and alcohol, But we are so distracted. Come on baby, take my hand, I can get us out of this wasted land. Could it be that it's only poetry, but we still can make it real. This is a room full of possibilities. We can be sweet birds flying free or eagles hunting through the trees. We don't need to be outside, there's no need to run and hide. There's no need to abandon this town. We'll dance until the morning light. The sun will shine outside the windows of the bar. And we'll look at each other tired, and we'll smile like a child, and this won't ever be the same town.