Tom Waits - Semi Suite Lyrics
Well you hate those diesels rollinAnd those friday nights out bowlinWhen hes off for a twelve hour lay over nightYou wish you had a dollarFor every time he holleredThat hes leavinAnd hes never comin backBut the curtain-laced billowAnd his hands on your pillowAnd his trousers are hangin on the chairYoure lyin through your pain, babeBut youre gonna tell him hes your manAnd you aint got the courage to leaveHe tells you that youre on his mindYoure the only one hes ever gonna findIts kind-a special, understands his complicated soul...But the only place a man can breatheAnd collect his thoughts isMidnight and flyin away on the road.But youve packed and unpackedSo many times youve lost trackAnd the steam heat is drippin off the wallsBut when you hear his enginesYoure lookin through the window in the kitchen and you knowYoure always gonna be there when he callscause hes a truck drivin manStoppin when he canHes a truck drivin manStoppin when he can
