Quarter Tank of Gasoline

I got a quarter tank of gasoline I got a stomach full of regrets I got some strange girl passed out in the passenger seat She wouldn't give me nothing on a bed You know she wouldn't even tell me her name Or where she wants to go That's alright, the best laid plans are always a lie I've been a hitch-hiker too, yes, yes You know I've been a hitch-hiker, too My rearview mirror is cracked My spare tire is flat My jacket is stained oil brown We still got 200 miles to the Florida state line When we get there we'll just turn around I've got a picture of my mother in my pocket I'm doing 85 an hour real smooth I've got some methadone in the glove compartment I've got a prayer written on the bottom of my shoe, yes, yes I got a prayer written on the bottom of my shoe I've got ghosts all over my windshield They're getting so thick I can barely see I wonder what it is she's dreaming about She looks like someone who used to mean a lot to me Yes we used to flirt and kiss We were sharper than a bottle of gin That was a long time ago Now there's a country song playing slow On the radio and the static's cutting in, yes, yes On the radio and the static's cutting in I got a quarter tank of gasoline I got a stomach full of regrets I got some strange girl passed out in the passenger seat She wouldn't give me nothing on a bed Now she's starting to wake up I was wondering if she was still alive And the way she's smiling She looks just like an orphan And I think she wants to drive, yes, yes I think she wants to drive