He's got one hand on the steering The other's playing in the And he turns up song he used to love But was always embarrassed to And he out loud and clear But out here. passing up the fruit stands and tourist He saves his money for coffee, smokes, and gas Knows a way and has the of his want He says, "This time are gonna be different" "This I'm gonna do as I pleases" He signals right on a random That ol' warp came into view He said, "I'll have the 99-cent And coffee brewed to the dead" And back a sticky menu The waitress him "honey" My God, she worked here All her And he missing home 'Til he why he'd left, Sat and reset his sights And he The world to hold him like a treat him like a child He thinks his tears are big secret The one kept by the night at night So he picks a dream--any Follows it for a then says, "It's just not me" "No, I'm not running. I'l on my way" He still has her picture on his Yeah, that tramp back his ring But every time he's a pay phone he's again He could call as just a friend, his voice and mask his But he won't give her the No, he won't himself again. He says, "This things are gonna be different" So he calls me about 12 am his time And he said job fell through But there's another one across the And I asked, knowing, if he was okay And he said, "Yeah. just--sometimes..." So I best I could with words And a shrug in his voice that fool a stranger He finally got to asking, "Did she ask me?" I wish I have said "yes".