He's got one hand on the steering The other's in the wind And he turns up song he used to love But was always to admit And he sings out and clear But out here. passing up the fruit stands and traps He saves his for convenient-store coffee, smokes, and gas a sure-fire way and has the will of his He says, "This things are gonna be different" "This time I'm do as I pleases" He right on a random exit ol' time warp came into view He said, "I'll have the breakfast And brewed to wake the dead" And back a sticky menu The waitress him "honey" My God, she must've here All her And he started missing 'Til he why he'd left, Sat back and his sights And he The world to hold him a baby Never 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 while says, "It's just not me" "No, I'm not running. I'l on my way" He still has her picture on his Yeah, tramp gave back his ring But time he's near a pay phone he's again He could as just a friend, lift his voice and mask his But he give her the satisfaction No, he won't lower again. He says, "This time things are be different" So he me collect about 12 am his time And he said that job through But there's one across the line And I asked, knowing, if he was okay And he said, "Yeah. just--sometimes..." So I hugged I could with words And with a in his voice that couldn't a stranger He got around to asking, "Did she ask me?" I wish I could have "yes".