Off the Map 
Guy Clark

He's down a dead end road and he don't know where
The right front tire is gonna need some air
Up around the bend just a two pump place
So he pulls in to get his bearings straight

He thumbs back, back through his life
The page cut just like a knife
One by one he tears them out
How he got so lost he don't know how

Chorus
In a nowhere town with a nowhere name
He's nowhere closer to where he came from
Dead sure no one is to blame
He's just off the map again

It starts to rain, he's gonna wait it out
Gonna rest his eyes, gonna face his doubts
He pours a drink in a paper cup
He goes to sleep and he don't wake up

Chorus twice