Semi Suite

Semi Suite

Tome Waits



One, two, three, four

Well, you hate those diesels rollin'
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 that's
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 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