friday i can t see the use get the hell right out of dodge slip the traffic like a noose on the trail of some mirage every time it comes i think my luck will stay drive all the way to vegas baby got no aces up my sleeve got nowhere to rest my head got no money sir to lose and the sky is turning red and i change out of my jeans on the road beside the lake like the skies that i have seen when i have been asleep awake take the rain as a sign get myself dressed to the nines and i will pay for this somewhere down the line and i m flying through the heat the mexicali radio every car is like a prayer searching for somewhere to go