| Because of Toledo
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| I got sober and stayed clean
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| Pickups in the wild prairies
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| Shadows dancing in between
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| Girl leans on your jukebox
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| In a pair of old blue jeans
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| Says I live here but I don’t really
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| Live anywhere
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| Because of Toledo
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| Tuesday, it’s raining
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| And I’m pulling on my shoes
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| Guess I quit believing in
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| Early morning news
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| There’s a boy order his coffee
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| And settled down to think
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| How the women that you love sometimes
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| Are the water that you drink
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| Then another faded waitress, dressed in pink
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| Cries for Toledo
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| The lipstick and the cocaine traces
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| One face in a thousand faces
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| I stumble through so many places
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| Because of Toledo
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| The highway looks so thin
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| I see another motel sign
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| And I think of pulling in
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| Write your name upon the mirror there
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| Only secret that I know
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| But I guess that I’d be only
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| Chasing rainbows |