Last Tank of Gas

The needle's low, The night is thin. One more town to wander in. I count my dollars, count my time, And pray the engine Holds the line. Last tank of gas, Last dying light. Carry me through another night. Whatever's waiting down the road, I'll meet it with this heavy load. The pump clicks off beneath the stars. I lean a while against the cars. One final drive, One final sigh, Beneath a wide Midwestern sky. Well, we made it further than we thought. One more state that we ain't caught. So let the horns play something sweet. We'll worry when we're out of street. Last tank of gas, Last dying light. Carry me through another night. Whatever's waiting down the road, I'll meet it with this heavy load.