Fill My Thermos I'll be gone before tomorrow in my dreams If I see you the next day it's not because I didn't want to leave It was always on my mind I was trying to get away It not money as much as you that makes me want to stay I'll be flying down the highway in my dreams Driving through Ohio with the falling orange leaves Fill my thermos in a truckstop watch the night turn into day It's the highway as much as you that make me run away You mouth the steam on the windshield of my car At a rest stop in the Midwest in the middle of my dreams Soemthing crazy inside makes me want to drive all night Everything's gone wrong but maybe that's all right