He's got one hand on the steering The playing in the wind And he turns up that song he 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 of his want He says, "This time are gonna be different" "This I'm gonna do as I pleases" He signals right on a exit That ol' time warp came view He said, "I'll the 99-cent breakfast And coffee to wake the dead" And back a sticky menu The calls him "honey" My God, she worked here All her And he started home 'Til he remembered why left, Sat back and his sights And he The to hold him like a baby Never treat him a child He thinks his are some big secret The only one by the night at night So he picks a dream 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 on his dash Yeah, tramp gave back his ring But time he's near a pay phone tempted again He could as just a friend, lift his voice and his pain But he won't her the satisfaction No, he won't himself again. He says, "This time things are be different" So he calls me collect 12 am his time And he that job fell through But another 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 shrug in his couldn't fool a stranger He finally got to asking, "Did she ask me?" I wish I have said "yes".