Grab my shirt and a pack a smokes
Headin out don’t know where to go
Just gonna let the west wind lead
Now I’m driving down a dirt road
Out in the middle and I’m all alone
But there’s bound to be a change in me
When I make it through
When I make it through
Things will be different
Caught the eyes of a stranger’s face
Felt connected in the strangest way
Her babe he was laying on her knee
The bill collector, he came by today
Boarded up what they couldn’t pay
Her heart was set on which way when they leave
I couldn’t handle what I thought I saw
Lit a cigarette and took a draw
She grabbed his hand and said to him
When we make it through
When we make it through
Things will be different
You’ve been waiting on a phone call
From your baby wishing on a star
But the night is dark and it ain’t clear
And that’s the way when your vision’s blurred
In your pain you just reach for her
Feel the calm coming over you
When you make it through
When you make it through
Things will be different
