i woke up with a start on some dark southern highway
barreling through the hot summer night
and through the black our winding path
cut only by two head lights

and i can’t tell if we’re running from or running to
either way my love we’ll make it through

rest your head let your self sleep
don’t give a thought to worry or fear
i’ve got reason enough for the night
sight enough to see our way clear

and i can’t tell if we’re running from or running to
either way my love
the night is almost through