Here at a truck stop In New Mexico Just before dawn Somebody's grandma Behind the wheel of a big rig Pulling in with her headlights on We smoke a cigarette As the sunrise runs riot Someone's got to break the quiet And she says, "What are you doing here anyway?" And I smile and say, "You'd never guess" She holds it up for me By it's skinny white shoulder straps While I I take a picture of my dress I take a picture of my dress I'm in the bathroom Of a Dallas, Texas Burger King And Mr. Steven Tyler Is on the overhead speakers He doesn't want to miss a thing Out there at the counter Blending in with the lunchtime crowd Trying not to laugh out loud I eat half my crispy chicken club I get extra mayonnaise, it's a mess I take the other half back To the parking lot with me Pop the trunk And take a picture of my dress I take a picture of my dress It still looks good I only wore it once Nine years ago Nine years and seven months It may be a long while before the highway Decides to finally set me free I'm going to have to chase down the remnants Of something special that you stole from me It may be hiding in the sunset Or in distant corners of the dawn Or maybe it's gone But I say some prayers above the engine I bless everything there is to bless Run out of gas in the middle of nowhere anyway Stand there by the roadside, smiling And take a picture of my dress I take a picture of my dress I take a picture of my dress