Written By John Hiatt and Kevin Welch
Reno and Me hit the Freeway, South out of town on a run.
Reno was drive he asked me to roll him one.
I turned On the radio and found me some sweet Emmy Lou,
I sanf the harmony low down and out of key,
Reno just howled at the Moon.
Somewhere outside Kansas City,
On a highway that leads to Cheyenne,
the radio quit on a song by a mexican band.
We were lost in thoughts of Ice cold Dosquix
took a couple wrong turns in a row,
Reno and me we just laughed we agreed,
It don't matter which way you go.
It don't matter which way you go,
when your calling the highway your home
cuz every old town's just your past burning down,
it don't matter which way you go.
Now all of our old friends got married,
and they do all their business in town,
climbing a ladder that leads to a hole in the ground.
Reno and me, we talked all out,
and there's one thing that we'll never know.
What's the point of a race, where you stay in one place,
Hell it don't matter which way you go.