Three o'clock in the morning
And I'm driving drunk through town
Part of me really wants the law to bring me down
I got your picture on my rearview mirror
Last week, workin' on my carburetor
You looked so good with oil smudged on your face
You and me, sittin' there with our big bones achin'
We turned the key and we're riding through the marketplace
Owned a joint in Missoula, back in 1982