Semi Suite - Tom Waits

    Well you hate those diesels rollin'
    And those Friday nights out bowlin'
    When he's off for a twelve hour lay over night

    You wish you had a dollar
    For every time he hollered
    That he's leavin'
    And he's never comin' back

    But the curtain-laced billow
    And his hands on your pillow
    And his trousers are hangin' on the chair

    You're lyin' through your pain, babe
    But you're gonna tell him he's your man
    And you ain't got the courage to leave

    He tells you that you're on his mind
    You're the only one he's ever gonna find
    It's kind-a special, understands his complicated soul...

    But the only place a man can breathe
    And collect his thoughts is
    Midnight and flyin' away on the road.

    But you've packed and unpacked
    So many times you've lost track
    And the steam heat is drippin' off the walls

    But when you hear his engines
    You're lookin' through the window in the kitchen and you know
    You're always gonna be there when he calls

    'Cause he's a truck drivin' man
    Stoppin' when he can
    He's a truck drivin' man
    Stoppin' when he can


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