All alone, lifeless eyes, in a cluster of trees
Peaceful looking, just the same
There are days when I sit and ponder
And other times, when I can't recall her name
She was a drifter, a real knock out
And an actress, she claimed
Picked her up on a Sunday morning
By the end of the day, the side of the road
Would be her resting place
For the better part of forty two years
This lonely way I roam
Poppa taught me the tricks of the trade
Keep on movin' and don't let 'em run
Explain to them, they ain't ever going home
I am the king of all these highways
Or a devil in disguise
I am a master, master of nothing
No soul behind these eyes
O' drifter, c'mon girl, let me give you a ride
In this sun-burnt orange Camaro
You better hold on for your life
She had a notebook, a little diary, beat up cover and all
I said to her, "you better buckle up baby"
Give it here, I'll write your last words
And tell em all the last thing you heard
I slid the pen out of her hair
It fell about her face
And I thought, just for one moment
She doesn't have to leave this place
But like before, she slipped right from my taste
I am the king of all these highways
Or a devil in disguise
I am a master, master of nothing
No soul behind these eyes
O' drifter, c'mon girl, let me give you a ride
In this sun-burnt orange Camaro
You better hold on for your life
