Well my friends, well I see your face so clearly
Little bit tired, little worn through the years
You sound nervous, you seem alone
I hardly recognize your voice on the telephone
In between, I remember
Just before we wound up broken down
We'd drive out to the edge of the highway
Follow that lonesome dead-end roadside south
We're all in this thing together
Walkin' the line between faith and fear
This li-fe don't last forever
When you cry I taste the salt in your tears