I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size seven   I said "There's no smokin' in the store ma'am."   She crossed her legs and then   We made some small talk that's where it should have stopped   She slipped me her number, I put it in my pocket   My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mind   In that little roadhouse   On Highway 29      It was a small town bank it was a mess   Well I had a gun you know the rest   Money on the floorboards, shirt was covered in blood   And she was cryin', her and me we headed south   On Highway 29      In a little desert motel the air was hot and clean   I slept the sleep of the dead, I didn't dream   I woke in the morning, washed my face in the sink   We headed into the Sierra Madres 'cross the border line   The winter sun shot through the black trees   I told myself it was all something in her   But as we drove I knew it was something in me   Something that'd been comin' for a long long time   And something that was here with me now   On Highway 29      The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline   She wasn't sayin' nothin', it was just a dream   The wind come silent through the windshield   All I could see was snow, sky and pines   I closed my eyes and I was runnin'   I was runnin' then I was flyin'