It was a cold cold night, something wasn't right

the clouds crawled across the highway

and the darkness stole the light

I was lost - so lost and tired to the bone

and somewhere way down deep inside

I knew I wasn't going to make it home

My throttle was wide open

and my fuel was running low

30 miles an hour was as fast as I could go

slowly approaching, none too soon

in black and white read a neon light -said

You're welcome here saloon

In the corner sat an old man, he was sitting all alone

a woman sat by the window, talkin' to the moon

the bartender was angry, he was yelling at the phone

first you take all my money,

and now you don't even answer my calls

stepped out from the back room,

slender, sleek and tall

hair down to her fingertips,

and her back against the wall

with one palm aimed at the middle of my chest

and the other one at the door

she pulled me across the bar room floor

and slid the bolt across the bar room door

In the corner the old man stood up

he stood there all alone

and the woman by the window

started dancing with the broom

the bartender got crazy

trading shooters with the phone

and as she towered way over me she said

no reason to spend the night alone