The Mountain Goats - Jeff Davis County Blues Lyrics

After three nights in jail, I head north from toyavale.
Switch to 285 in pecos, head up to red bluff.
My walk's real steady and my eyes are real cold
But I feel like I'm all of sixteen years old
Lost in the travel lodge, with the television on with the sound down,
I don't feel so tough.
Old issues of sunset magazine to read,
Sleep for twelve hours, and dream about home.

I have no place to go, so I drive up to new mexico.
Fix my eyes in the rearview when I cross the state line.
And I panic, I guess. and although it's quite late,
I take the first exit to 128.
I am coming back to midlind.
I hope you won't mind.
Polaroids of the two of us scattered on the passenger's seat.
I drive slowly
And evenly
And I dream about home