Reno

Is there a problem that you can’t address

Something beyond what your schedule reflects?

We could head off the hills in a bus

Like the kind made of plastic and rust

Even if its a bust, we have somewhere we’re going to next

Kona or Greece, I can’t keep track of these

All of the places your mother lived ‘til she died

The lines round your lips don’t age you a bit

No they don't age you a bit

There’s something bout feeling so much

That makes you a soldier inside

Take a pocket that’s filled up with bills

Grab a jacket with the diamonds and frills

Grab a pack and don’t ever look back at those hills

I’ll hold you til Reno, and then I’ll be holding you still

Some brisk arrival in a parking lot diner

Hungry as hell, I ain't seen anything finer

See how the flames take control of the skies

You and I are far apart but babe that's alright

Its early but I can still tell, that my days aren’t behind her

No my days aren’t behind her

Take a pocket that’s filled up with bills

Grab a jacket with the diamonds and frills

Grab a pack and don’t ever look back at those hills

I’ll hold you til Reno, and then I’ll be holding you

I’ll hold you til Reno, and then I’ll be holding you

I’ll hold you til Reno, and then I’ll be holding you

Holding you still, holding you still [band back in]

I’ll hold you til Reno, and then I’ll be holding you still

Take a pocket that’s filled up with bills

Grab a jacket with the diamonds and frills

Grab a pack and don’t ever look back at those hills

I’ll hold you til Reno, and then I’ll be holding you

I’ll hold you til Reno, and then I’ll be holding you

I’ll hold you til Reno, and then I’ll be holding you still