The king of the jailhouse and the queen of the road
think sharing the burden will lighten the load
So they pack up their troubles in an old Cadillac
That's her in the mirror asleep in the back
Baby, there's something wrong with me
And I can't see

And I don't get the answer at the end of the test
So they can't simply stand there and go for the best
So wake me up at the border/when we reach Mexico
I'll tell you a secret that I don't even know
Baby, there's something wrong with me
And I can't see

Honey, I don't want to turn around and go back there to live
I think you know something I don't know, and I need to hear it
Baby, there's something wrong with me
And I can't see