We had a warm day last week It seemed like we were at the gate of spring Your face shines bright, listening to the radio that plays My Little Brown Book We stay over at an old motel, and talk about each life up to this night You pour cheap beer into a plastic cup ,waiting for the morning We drive on the motorway having no idea of our destination We have to go to embrace our own roots with the evidence of life Can I find anything in the room where I used to be All I want to know is how to put an end to all my troubles Do you believe that it's found on these sleeping book pages? I am seeing a ghost that is me crying for love not found We walk on the country lane having no fear of the dark arrival We have to go let's open another can to celebrate the day's end We drive on the country lane having no fear of the dawn from high We have to go to grace our own roots with the evidence of love