Dead Meadow
Either Way
I woke up with a start
on some dark southern highway
barreling through the
hot summer night
and through the black
our winding path
cut only by two headlights
and I can't tell if we're
running from or coming to
either way my love
we'll make it through
Rest your head let yourself sleep
don't give a thought
to worry or fear
I've got reason enough for the night
sight enough to see our way clear
and I can't tell if we're running from or coming to
either way my love
the night is almost through
From Letras Mania