What's the temperature, darling? A hundred or more
The horse is pawing at the dust, violets wilting by the door
But you pour your strongest coffee and I'll take the battered wheel
We'll drive straight down the river road, spread a blanket on the hill
What's the temperature, darling? Now don't stare into the past
There was nothing we could change or fix, it was never gonna last
Now don't stare into those photos
Don't analyze my eyes
We're just a mile or two from Memphis, and the rhythm of our lives
A mile or two from Memphis, and I must go away
I tore up all the highways, now there's nothing left to say
A mile or two from Memphis, and I must go away

A mile or two from Memphis, and I finally made it home
There were days you paced the kitchen, there were nights that felt like jail
A mile or two from Memphis, and I finally made it home

The phone rang in the dead of night, you would always throw my bail
I know you never touched the whiskey, and you never took the pills
I traveled for eight million miles, while you were standing still
What's the temperature, darling? As the daylight fades, I'm lost in the dark


heartbeat changed my story


I'll make one last rehearsal With one foot in the grave
We kept the house on all the comas We kept the polished bass guitar
We kept the tickets, and the reels of tape To remember who we are
A mile or two from Memphis, and I must go away
go away. I tore up all the highways, there's nothing left to say. I'm a mile or two from Memphis, and I finally made it home.
What's the temperature, darling?