Moths on the glass tell a tale that's been told since the days of old or at least since we washed it last And what have we seen? Nothing but tumbleweeds Rest stops and Dairy Queens Walmarts and drive in screens There's a chance that we'll find everything we left behind It don't matter if we do just as long as I stay yours and u stay mine U and me, oughta go down south Stay in hotel rooms till the money runs out U and me oughta go up north Stay in hotels and put the sign on the door Put the sign on the door till the money runs out U and me till the money runs out She wondered one sleepy morning "All these hotel room paintings, who even paints them I oughta get myself an agent Stay here as long as we want then drive to the next one and sell paintings right out the trunk for as long as u stay yours and i stay mine (chorus repeat until the money runs out)