Running on empty

Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels

Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields

In sixty-five I was seventeen and running up one-o-one

I dont know where I’m running now, I’m just running on

Running on – running on empty

Running on – running blind

Running on – running into the sun

But I’m running behind

Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive

Trying not to confuse it with what you do to survive

In sixty-nine I was twenty-one and I called the road my own

I don’t know when that road turned onto the road I’m on

Running on empty, Jackson Browne, 1977