Walkin'

Back walkin' on the road again,
With my hand in the air.
Got nothin' but a name,
Some dirty clothes, and my hair.

I thought I'd found my ride,
When you picked me up last year.
You had your high-beams on,
As I stared at you like a deer.

Walkin' around to the window,
I'd thought I found my ride at last.
Barely did I have time to speak,
Before you locked the door and punched the gas.

I've seen you drive back and forth,
As I keep walkin' down this road.
Across counties and cities,
More than a few zip codes.

But now whenever I see you,
Drivin' to some man downtown,
I turn my back and just keep walkin',
As I lower my hand down.