He's got one on the steering wheel The other's in the wind And he up that song he used to love But was embarrassed to admit And he sings out loud and But out here. He's passing up the stands and tourist He saves his for convenient-store 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 exit That ol' time warp came into He said, "I'll have the breakfast And brewed to wake the dead" And hands a sticky menu The waitress him "honey" My God, she must've worked All her And he started home he remembered why he'd left, Sat back and reset his And he The to hold him like a baby Never him like a child He thinks his are some big secret The only one kept by the Only at So he picks a dream Follows it for a while then says, "It's not me" "No, I'm not running. I'l on my way" He still has her picture on his Yeah, that tramp gave back his But every time he's a pay phone he's tempted He call as just a friend, lift his voice and mask his But he won't her the satisfaction No, he won't lower again. He says, "This things are gonna be different" So he me collect about 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 best I could words And a shrug in his voice that couldn't fool a He got around to asking, "Did she ask me?" I wish I could said "yes".