semi suite

Semi Suite

Tome Waits



One, two, three, four

Well, you hate those diesels rollin
Those Friday nights out bowlin
When hes off for a twelve-hour lay over night
You wish you had a dollar
For every time he hollered
That hes leavin and hes never comin back

But the curtain-laced billow
And his hands on your pillow
And his trousers are hangin on the chair
Youre lyin through your pain, babe
But youre gonna tell him hes your man
And you aint got the courage to leave

He tells you that youre on his mind
Youre the only one hes ever gonna find thats
Kinda special, and 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 youve packed and unpacked
So many times youve lost track
And the steam heat is drippin off the walls
But when you hear his engines
Youre lookin through the window in the kitchen and you know
Youre always gonna be there when he calls

Cause hes a truck drivin man , stoppin when he can
Hes a truck drivin man, stoppin when he can