I stopped on the road and found in the gra** your bloody ear. Can you hear me now?
I stopped at a church and prayed for your soul
And felt the world beginning to roll
Helicopters circling overhead, while truth's buried out there in the mud
I remember you hiding your hands in those white cotton gloves. You might think I'm a fool, but I'm still in love with you
I stopped on the road
I stopped on the road…