I Refuse to Die

All I want is a cold black coffee
You're crying hard
In the middle of the backseat
I could've gone home three hours ago
But I refuse to die

All I need is a tall, pale, redhead
A big, long road, and a while to go
Took me too long before
I know
So I refuse to die

All I need is
A little bit of pressure
To keep me moving
Left of the center

I could do that thing
I said I'd never
I think it's time to try
So I refuse to die

All I want is
To keep on trucking
I think I could
With a little bit of luck

I've come too far
To just get stuck
So I refuse to die