This bar smells like blood,
there's gonna be a fight,

And no one can leave,
till someone bleeds tonight,

these bar stools they empty as people seem to fade away,
and in the lights of the stage now I can't tell the night from the day,

we should be a million miles from here,
watching smoke rings slowly disappear,

lord the bunk in this van don't lie,
won't ya,
please take me home home tonight,
won't ya,
please take me home tonight,

from Dallas to Norman,
on the thirty five,

and if we make it,
or take it,
at least we feel alive,

the lines on the highway,
get further in between,

and if you call westward bound home,
you'll see just what I mean

we should be a million miles from here,
watching smoke rings slowly disappear,

lord the bunk in this van don't lie,
won't ya,
please take me home home tonight,
won't ya,
please take me home tonight,

how far away,

how long can we stay,

and i long too play
how much more can we take

sleep on the highway countin bumps in the road,
[thinking of people and things we let go
( we move oh so slowly, we move oh so slowly)],

hopin for some one to smile thru the lights
[hopin for somewhere to sleep tonight
(I'll call you in the morning and tell you I'm alright)]

and we should be a million miles from here,
watching smoke rings slowly disappear,

lord the bunk in this van don't lie,
won't ya,
please take me home home tonight,

we should be a million miles from here,
watching smoke rings slowly disappear,

lord the bunk in this van don't lie,
won't ya,
please take me home home tonight,
won't ya,
please take me home tonight,
won't ya,
please take me home tonight,
won't ya,
please take me home,

oh won't you take me home,
tonight