Down the Open Road

Carried my suitcase, across the highway nobody stopped.
I dont blame them
In my pocket, a cigarette and coupons
I thought my future woulda been different
Im headed down.
Got to Cheyenne, met an honest man eyes like honeycomb, down the streets we roamed he said, 'You cant stay here, its best to keep moving. This town is haunted, this place is jaded. Its going down.'
Woke up in a seat belt.
Headed for the next town
Keep foolin myself, shame cant cross state lines the truth about me,
I dont wanna know, what the truth about me is,
I wouldnt like what
I was hearing, but dont let it get me down.