Amarillo

I lost my mind in Amarillo

The wind was high whenever it blows

The roads are running dry to nowhere special

In Amarillo

I lost my face, I lost my place

The smoke was cold as outer space

The roads are just as lonely as nowhere special

In Amarillo

No sleep, no sleep, when can I breathe

My thoughts carry onward, with no relief

The roads lead astray when there's nowhere warm to stay

In Amarillo