I’ve been runnin’ down this road an’ I don’t know
if I’m the chaser or the chased
but I stopped here for the night
‘cause either way it’s gettin’ late
An’ I’m runnin’ low on options
I’m runnin’ low on fuel
as I contemplate tomorrow
how to settle up with you
and I speculate the chances whether
I could ever really settle up with you

You know, lately I’ve been rollin’ rough
an’ this trail is windin’ down
so I’ve been wond’rin’ like you
if I’d be comin’ back around
You see I’ve burned a lot of bridges
sometimes, just walked away
but I don’t regret the things I’ve done
most of the time, on most days
no, I don’t regret the things I’ve done
most of the time, on most days

Y’see, the devil wears a kindly mask
as a comrade and a friend
Saint Peter wears a scowl
to condemn and condescend
And I can see the angels comin’
I think they want to take me home
but my view from this motel window
ain’t real good, I may be wrong
yeah, from here the view is hazy
I just might be wrong

I loved you like no other
my torment a grand bouquet
but, I wasn’t sure if you’re the devil or Saint Peter
so I just walked away
And I miss you more than ever
though I’m giving up this chase
an’ the measure of this back ‘n’ forth . . .
it was I who walked away
yes, the essence of this tragedy . . .
I just walked away