"Parliament Lights" lyrics

When I run out of money
There'll be nothing left to fix
And when I run out of love
I hope to God I feel like this

Driving down 5th Street in a broken down Ford
I hang a righteous and you hang a Lord
Leather jacket on the front seat
Singing songs I wish I wrote
Roll the window down, take a drag, and say your name

I do my dying, a little more each day
And here I was waiting on a chance just to say:

When I run out of money
There'll be nothing left to fix
And when I run out of love
I hope to God I feel like this

Parliament Lights, cigarette smoke, and the PA Turnpike home
Parliament Lights, cigarette smoke, and the PA Turnpike home

When I run out of money
There'll be nothing left to fix
And when I run out of love
I hope to God I feel like this

Driving down 5th Street, I'm pulling it in to town
I hang a righteous I don't know if I'm up or down
Finished letter on the front seat, murmur words that I wish I wrote
Roll the window down, take a drag and say your name

Parliament Lights, cigarette smoke and the PA Turnpike home
Parliament Lights, cigarette smoke and the PA Turnpike home