I did the dance of a runaway With a hardened highway criminal When my life was in disarray She brought me back again Maybe I was in need of a friend On the brink of my uncertainty But when she up and said to me She would leave for Silver Lake I said: No I was left with a bitter taste Like I get when love don't stick around When she refused, we would entertain Any plans to settle down together I was made to heal myself On the road forever, between these towns Like an EMT turned refugee Who the borders turn around I'm comin' in hot No, no, no, no I was distraught, so I took a job in sales In Nashville, Tennessee To sell my soul without a second thought Of what the hell that meant to me I took a gig as a fader rat Making Elvis slap delay I wrote love songs for the radio On the road back to LA No, no, no, no Nowadays when I look around, Having landed in a better place, Who are all these friends I've found And this love that's come my way? Maybe all our aspirations really can come true For those of us who stick around And see our hardships through