Desert moon on the hood, pale and blue, Map on the seat, but I’m thinking of you. Galaxie purring like a low, lonely tune, Miles in the mirror, night coming soon. Winslow wind through a broken motel sign, Coffee gone cold, your name on my mind. I fold that letter where the ink bled true Every mile whispers, I lost you. Highway, make a circle bring me through, Loop back, loop back to you. If the stars draw a line in desert blue, Let it loop back, loop back to you. Holbrook neon shakes the dust from the chrome, Gallup to Grants, I keep calling it home. Thrift-store stations on a ribbon of black, Every soft chorus just leads me back. Window down, and the night smells of rain, Thunder way off like a slow, kind pain. I pass your exit in a stranger’s town Memories rise, won’t settle down. Highway, make a circle bring me through, Loop back, loop back to you. If the stars draw a line in desert blue, Let it loop back, loop back to you. Tucumcari blues and a roadside cross, Santa Rosa glass where I count my loss. Telephone poles like a rosary line, Prayers in the wire, no answer this time. The speedo glows like a watch on my wrist, Time keeps on moving; your lips still exist. I chase that echo where the night runs thin Every town’s doorway says come back in. Highway, make a circle bring me through, Loop back, loop back to you. If the stars draw a line in desert blue, Let it loop back, loop back to you. If this road is a ring, let it close, let it close, Round my heart like the dust on my clothes. If this ring has a start, mark it true Where I lost her, lead me back to you. Highway, make a circle bring me through, Loop back, loop back to you. If the stars draw a line in desert blue, Let it loop back, loop back to you. Loop back… to you.
