I drive your truck Every back road in this town I find a field, I tear it up I roll every window down and I burn up Till all the pain’s a cloud of dust Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck Eighty-nine cents in the ash tray Half empty bottle of Gatorade

Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I Into the distance a ribbon of black Stretched to the point of no turning back A flight of fancy on a windswept field Standing alone my senses reeled A fatal

Freak magnet Straitjacket Pushin' back at you Call me the billionaire breaker, turn 'em into my bitch I'm the king of the freaks a' down here diggin' a ditch I'm at a weed cafe on a Netherlands street Riding a caffeine buzz and I'm starting to peak

To show you all something someday Just a face in the crowd To the wind you’re a toy Just a drunk Irish boy I’ll be back around Well, I danced in the arms of a black haired girl In Scollay Square after the war And I drank to get drunk, and sank and I

The snow back home ain't the only thing still falling I still remember how I used to warm you If you're cold in California (California) If you're feeling cold in California Those L.A. stars just don't shine bright enough for you Wouldn't hold you back

I just came back to say goodbye (I just came back) Goodbye baby I really hope you're satisfied, And my road seems dark at night, Got stones in my passway, I got stones in my passway, I got pains in my heart, They done taken my appetite.

No, that's not me anymore Baby, I've changed I'm not gonna throw my heart away Teardrops falling from your eyes like raindrops Pouring from the skies Remember you used to have the love I needed Back when we were young Lovin' always came so easy Heaven

It’s your turn now, it’s your turn now Oh, baby, baby I’mma do it do it do it On the bed on the floor on the couch Only 'cause your lips ain't make it to my mouth Just because I can’t kiss back Doesn’t mean you can’t kiss that Oh, baby, baby, just like

And the lights all went out in Massachusetts Feel I'm goin' back to Massachusetts Something's telling me I must go home The day I left her standing on her own Tried to hitch a ride to San Francisco Gotta do the things I wanna do They brought me back to

Yeah you had to, you gotta back me up like one more time Like I was just feeling that too much, I was too hype You know what I mean, like niggas knew we went out Like I was lying, I got blood in my eyes I can't see (Blood in my eyes) Fuck that shit I'm