Die in Yer Sleep

Maybe I can roll down the Ohio highway In a long black Cadillac back seat With some empty beer cans and some hand-written lyrics And see if I just can't drift off to sleep Maybe I won't wake up in the morning I can just keep on dreaming forever Of a place to call home And a family that's loving And living as light as a feather Maybe I'll get myself a cheap motor inn A hotel room, old number 8 And I call on the lord to send a little white angel Say my last prayers and wait When you're worn out on luck and run out on dreams Down to your last bit of hope in some old Stray Dog Town For all the blue skies there's many it seems Who can't find ways to part the gray clouds But the beauty they pull out of life's tragedies Keep some slack at the end of my line And the longer I live to watch them all up and leave The more I'd rather just follow behind Maybe I won't wake up in the morning I can just keep on dreaming forever Of a place to call home And a family that's loving And living as light as a feather Of a place to call home And a family that's loving And living