shrunken head and Mardi Gras beads….hangin on a rearview mirror that bleeds….keepin her eye on the open road….no tellin' where that son-abitch goes…..got her doors locked doin' 75 …..don't care to be caught now dead or alive…..seen enough to kill anyones' soul …..keepin ' her eyes on the open road …..keepin'her eyes on the open road…..the open road where the hopeless come ……to see if hope still runs……one by one they bring their broke down loads…..and leave 'em where the hobos dreams are stowed…..out on the open road …..out on the open road……midnight fallen' like a bag of bones…….weighted down now ……the rest with stones…..bouncin' off a river the moon made steel……crackin'off the chrome of steering wheel……any thing back there is burned and dead…..any love they made …..any words they said…..nothing left to do now…..but drop it and roll…….into the lights of the open road…the open road where the hopeless come ….to see if hope still runs …..one by one they bring their broke down loads ….and leave em' where the hobos dreams are stowed……out on the open road…..out on the open road…………………John Hiatt ………the open road