The Ship - Little Fever lyrics

Little Fever broke down in a west Tex town Just a half a mile down the river from El Paso Makeshift heart fumbled in the dark For a clue that she knew was rollin' up in Reno She packed her jeans and a bag of dreams Put ‘em in a suitcase, she's down the road a-flyin' Goodbye ma, goodbye pa It ain't that I'm tired of livin', I'm tired of dyin' Little Fever came in like Errol Flynn With a grin that she'd been saving since the bus ride She made her way to the Star Cafe Where they only have recordings of the flip sides The coffee didn't taste as good As what she'd left home cookin' on the oven And the only friendly face in sight Was a Wednesday nighter lookin' for some lovin' Little Fever got by with a smile and a lie That she learned on her back while staring at the ceilin' She made her choice but the lonely voice Inside her only hurt instead of healin' The writing on the wall was plain She knew it but she couldn't quite remember She left her country home in June The city took her life in late December Little Fever broke down in a west Tex town Just a half a mile down the river from El Paso Makeshift heart fumbled in the dark For a clue that she knew was rollin' up in Reno She packed her jeans and a bag of dreams Put ‘em in a suitcase, she's down the road a-flyin' Goodbye ma, goodbye pa It ain't that I'm tired of livin', I'm tired of dyin' Goodbye ma, goodbye pa It ain't that I'm tired of livin', I'm tired of dyin'