I walk across the pavement and go inside   To escape the heat   Cause there's no use fighting it anymore      I stare out the window here   At a closed down Texaco gas station   And a kid plays in the highway   In McDermitt at the White Horse Bar   Waiting for you to get well   Less than $90 we have left      In a motel room you won't sleep on the bed   You say it's diseased by I know it's fine   For three says with the curtains blinded   Because you won't travel when you're this way      So I go inside and I drink   And I go into the bathroom   And into a stall and smoke weed   To make the hours drift and   From a pay phone call your Mom   Cause I've lost all clarity   But then so has she