Reno

Is there a problem that you can’t address
Something beyond what your schedule reflects?
We could head off the hills in a bus
Like the kind made of plastic and rust
Even if its a bust, we have somewhere we’re going to next

Kona or Greece, I can’t keep track of these
All of the places your mother lived ‘til she died
The lines round your lips don’t age you a bit
No they don't age you a bit
There’s something bout feeling so much
That makes you a soldier inside

Take a pocket that’s filled up with bills
Grab a jacket with the diamonds and frills
Grab a pack and don’t ever look back at those hills
I’ll hold you til Reno, and then I’ll be holding you still

Some brisk arrival in a parking lot diner
Hungry as hell, I ain't seen anything finer
See how the flames take control of the skies
You and I are far apart but babe that's alright
Its early but I can still tell, that my days aren’t behind her
No my days aren’t behind her

Take a pocket that’s filled up with bills
Grab a jacket with the diamonds and frills
Grab a pack and don’t ever look back at those hills

I’ll hold you til Reno, and then I’ll be holding you
I’ll hold you til Reno, and then I’ll be holding you
I’ll hold you til Reno, and then I’ll be holding you
Holding you still, holding you still [band back in]
I’ll hold you til Reno, and then I’ll be holding you still

Take a pocket that’s filled up with bills
Grab a jacket with the diamonds and frills
Grab a pack and don’t ever look back at those hills
I’ll hold you til Reno, and then I’ll be holding you
I’ll hold you til Reno, and then I’ll be holding you
I’ll hold you til Reno, and then I’ll be holding you still