He's got one on the steering wheel The playing in the wind And he turns up that song he to love But was embarrassed to admit And he sings out loud and But out here. He's passing up the fruit and tourist He saves his for convenient-store coffee, smokes, and gas Knows a way and has the will of his He says, "This time things are be different" "This I'm gonna do as I pleases" He signals right on a random That ol' time warp into view He said, "I'll have the 99-cent And brewed to wake the dead" And hands back a menu The calls him "honey" My God, she must've worked All her And he started missing he remembered why he'd left, Sat and reset his sights And he The world to hold him a baby Never treat him a child He thinks his tears are big secret The only one kept by the Only at So he picks a dream--any Follows it for a while says, "It's just not me" "No, I'm not running. I'l on my way" He still has her on his dash Yeah, tramp gave back his ring But time he's near a pay phone tempted again He could call as just a friend, his voice and mask his But he won't her the satisfaction No, he lower himself again. He says, "This time are gonna be different" So he calls me collect about 12 am his And he said that job fell But there's another one across the And I asked, knowing, if he was okay And he said, "Yeah. just--sometimes..." So I hugged best I could words And a shrug in his voice that fool a stranger He got around to asking, "Did she ask me?" I wish I could said "yes".