
Date of issue: 12.02.2007
Song language: English
Truckstop Honeymoon |
It ain’t like things changed much once we hit the road |
being too broke for a coffee and a roll |
that don’t slow you down, just more o-the same stubborn forward march |
maxxed out cards and empty bank accounts, only leave a psychic mark |
late morning in the parking lot at a place called flying j nuzzled under the interstate with an all you can eat buffet |
aside from the sun, noone cares if we sleep till twelve or one, and |
the drive, town-ta-town, helps me forget where i came from |
wasn’t raised on a runcible spoon |
a year and a day on a truck stop honeymoon |
everything we had to spend |
we spent on a one way ticket |
now we’re down and out, high n’dry |
with nuthin’but our looks to get us by if I’m gonna starve tonight |
then i wanna starve by your side |
drinkin’truck stop coffee |
and i tell you it’s all right |
you know that you look gorgeous when ya’cry |
if this is what they call freedom i’ll take it if this is bad as it gets we’ll make it every single turn somethin’s testin’me |
fates just jealous cause we’re spendin’all our time chasin’signs for destiny |
we were nearly half insane and broke down |
by the time we left our strange hometowns |
living at the edge of bored to death in a place called no surprise |
where the only thing that ever changes is what gets you high |
I’d already kicked dope and crack and a bad slut habit… twice, at least |
and i’d just been replaced by a proper queen at a west side hair salon |
if we had what to lose, it was getting old on mary-jane and jack |
and away was the only worthwhile place to get. |
wasn’t raised on a runcible spoon |
a year and a day on a truck stop honeymoon |
if i ever knew your strength |
i ever believed in your resolve |
to achieve even your wildest dreams |
nothing is as dire as it seems |
even as the sky turns pink |
on another night here at the brink |
we’ve got love to make |
records to break |
nothin’but romance to fill the hours |
if this is what they call freedom i’ll take it if this is bad as it gets we’ll make it every single turn somethin’s testin’me |
fates just jealous cause we’re spendin’all our time chasin’signs for destiny |
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