| Getting down to the neon fair | |
| Selling out on a ride | |
| I'm on the road to the bayou | |
| I sing along with the banjo | |
| Two miles from who knows where | |
| Ten smiles for the girls in underwear | |
| I read the lines in your diary | |
| Two-faced girl, I'm sorry | |
| Got your picture in the magazine | |
| Show the people what they've never seen | |
| Chase them down because you're angry | |
| Chase them down because you're angry | |
| Ambush in the setting sun | |
| Moving out every night | |
| I had a dream about the bayou | |
| And my favorites on vinyl | |
| Two miles from who knows where | |
| I fake a smile because I never really cared | |
| I read the lines in your diary | |
| Two-faced girl, I'm sorry | |
| Got your picture in the magazine | |
| Show the people what they've never seen | |
| Chase them down because you're angry | |
| Chase them down because you're angry | |
| I woke up, saw the flaming dawn | |
| I made it home at last | |
| Where do you go from the bayou? | |
| Tell me the truth, will I ever know? | |
| Two miles from who knows where | |
| We got seperated at the neon fair | |
| Look at the boats heading out through the snow | |
| To destination I'll never know | |
| Got your picture in the magazine | |
| Show the people what they've never seen | |
| Chase them down because you're angry | |
| Chase them down because you're angry |