Текст песни Rand McNally - Death Cab for Cutie

A Rand McNally atlas, cheap coffee stained
Now, I wouldn't know how to use one with my life at stake
You were waiting on a payphone at a truck stop in Houston
Trying to call your mother 'cause she's a worrier

Handful of twenties in your overcoat
Always rolled into a pillow on some stranger's floor
And you tell these stories with happy endings
Only when interrupted before they're over

But I won't let the light fade
I won't let the light fade
Chasing these roads into dawns
I won't let the light fade
I won't let the light fade
Falling asleep in their arms

It seemed these highways were never-ending
Circling odds and evens, their numbers ascending
Searching through static in the Wyoming plains
We danced to both types of music, as the old joke claims

And I wanted for nothing, I couldn't rent
We lived on whiskey and Twizzlers and youth's discontent
With this Rand McNally atlas dog-eared and frayed
Like Old Testament verses that don't make sense in this decade

Don't let the light fade
I won't let the light fade
Chasing these roads into dawns
I won't let the light fade
I won't let the light fade
Falling asleep in their arms

I won't let the light fade
I won't let the light fade
Chasing these roads into dawns
And I'm holding on, holding on

I won't let the light fade
I won't let the light fade
I won't let the light fade
I won't let the light fade
I won't let the light fade
I won't let the light fade