Текст песни Tom Waits - Semi Suite
Tom Waits - Semi Suite слова песни
Well you hate those diesels rollin`And those Friday nights out bowlin`When he`s off for a twelve hour lay over nightYou wish you had a dollarFor every time he holleredThat he`s leavin`And he`s never comin` backBut the curtain-laced billowAnd his hands on your pillowAnd his trousers are hangin` on the chairYou`re lyin` through your pain, babeBut you`re gonna tell him he`s your manAnd you ain`t got the courage to leaveHe tells you that you`re on his mindYou`re the only one he`s ever gonna findIt`s 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 you`ve packed and unpackedSo many times you`ve lost trackAnd the steam heat is drippin` off the wallsBut when you hear his enginesYou`re lookin` through the window in the kitchen and you knowYou`re always gonna be there when he calls`Cause he`s a truck drivin` manStoppin` when he canHe`s a truck drivin` manStoppin` when he can