Tom Waits — Semi Suite

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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