Текст песни Bucklew Wendy - Road Trip
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He`s got one hand on the steering wheelThe other`s playing in the windAnd he turns up that song he used to loveBut was always embarrassed to admitAnd he sings out loud and clearBut only out here.He`s passing up the fruit standsand tourist trapsHe saves his money for convenient-storecoffee, smokes, and gasKnows a sure-fire wayand has the will of his wantHe says, "This time things are gonna be different""This time I`m gonna do as I pleases"He signals right on a random exitThat ol` time warp came into viewHe said, "I`ll have the 99-cent breakfastAnd coffee brewed to wake the dead"And hands back a sticky menuThe waitress calls him "honey"My God, she must`ve worked hereAll her lifeAnd he started missing home`Til he remembered why he`d left,Sat back and reset his sightsAnd he wantsThe world to hold him like a babyNever treat him like a childHe thinks his tears are some big secretThe only one kept by the nightOnly at nightSo he picks a dream--any dreamFollows it for a while then says, "It`s just not me""No, I`m not running. I`l well on my way"He still has her picture on his dashYeah, that tramp gave back his ringBut every time he`s near a pay phonehe`s tempted againHe could call as just a friend, lift his voiceand mask his painBut he won`t give her the satisfactionNo, he won`t lower himself again.He says, "This time things are gonna be different"So he calls me collect about 12 am his timeAnd he said that job fell throughBut there`s another one across the lineAnd I asked, already knowing, if he was okayAnd he said, "Yeah. It`s just--sometimes..."So I hugged best I could with wordsAnd with a shrug in his voicethat couldn`t fool a strangerHe finally got around to asking,"Did she ask about me?"I wish I could have said "yes".