From the recording Looking for Roadmaps
Delta Tomlinson - Guitar
Marty Rifkin - Pedal Steel Guitar
Tony Green - Bass
Dan Schnell - Drums
Lyrics
It took her days to let her hair down
Keeping dressed up in a gamblin’ town
And all of her whinin’
to leave her alone
began to fade as her tears ran dry
She said
“freedom comes cheap in Reno Nevada,
but I guess it’s really just a state of mind.
I’ve always sweated over the small stuff
making my world toe that line.
The question was, did I feel like staying?
Was his bogus debt worth paying?
Well maybe this time
cautions thrown to the wind.”
She couldn’t find music
to fit her life
She couldn’t find people
to fit her life
And then she couldn’t find books
to fit her life
She couldn’t find the words
to fit her life
There was that night at four a.m.
Waking in a cold sweat
fearing the end
Well maybe this time
cautions thrown to the wind
There’s no anger in desperation
Only a light in the crack of the door
Deaf, dumb, and blind to his allegations
Just a conviction to explore
The question was "did she feel like staying?
Was his bogus debts worth paying?
Well maybe this time
cautions thrown to the wind."
A lucky quarter and a bottle of beer
A pretty stranger talking in her ear
A nervous drive through the desert night
Feeling the wind in her unbridled hair
Freedom comes cheap in Reno, Nevada
Especially in a Gold Star Motel
All of those years for a moment
When her heart could be set free
The question was, did she feel like staying?
Was this new hand worth playing?
Well maybe this time
cautions thrown to the wind
Maybe this time
cautions thrown to the wind
