I'll see you there When the daylight comes and I look across the room, I see you're gone. As the morning breaks and I reach to hold your hand I can see, see I'm the only one. Well, your clothes are gone and your bags are packed But the bed's still warm

She's got a boyfriend anyway Do you say no And this is how it starts You take your shoes off in the back of my van My shirt looks so good When it's just hanging off your back And she said use your hands and my spare time We've got one thing in common

Gotta love this American ride Both ends of the ozone burnin' Funny how the world keeps turning I love, this American ride That's us, that's right Look ma, no hands Winter gettin' colder, summer gettin' warmer Tidal wave comin' cross the Mexican border

She's alone in the new pollution She's got cigarette on each arm She's got the lily-white cavity crazes She's got a carburetor tied to the moon Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages She's got a hand on a wheel of pain She can talk to the mangling

I'm there in the water Still looking for ya Can't you see, can't you see If I was not myself And you were someone else I'd say so much to you And I would tell the truth Cause I can hardly breathe When your hands let go of me

Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're all alone And it looks like the end And you're back out on the street And you're tryin' to remember How do

Anyone that sees you at all They know, they know They know, they know, they know Just by looking Well it's gonna be a lucky man That gets to take your hand And play house with you a while And anyone that sees you What I should have been told

Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs Looked at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone I've seen the world through a bus windshield But nothing compares to the way that I see it To the way that I see

She's alone in the new pollution She's got cigarette on each arm She's got the lily-white cavity crazes She's got a carburetor tied to the moon Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages She's got a hand on a wheel of pain She can talk to the mangling

Shot down in flames To be shot down in flames Ain't it a shame (Yow! One, two) Out on the town, looking for a woman Gonna give me good love Anybody want to hand off me And give me plenty of She was standing alone over by the jukebox