Tom Waits - Semi Suite((1976) The Heart Of The Shaboo Night) | Текст песни

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• Semi Suite((1976) The Heart Of The Shaboo Night)

Well, you hate those diesels rolling,
Those Friday nights out bowling
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 leaving and he's never coming back

But the curtain-laced billow
And his hands on your pillow
And his trousers are hanging on the chair,
You're lying 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
Kind of special, and understands his complicated soul,
But the only place a man can breathe
And collect his thoughts is
Midnight and flying away on the road

But you've packed and unpacked,
So many times you've lost track
And the steam heat is dripping off the walls,
But when you hear his engines
You're looking through the window in the kitchen and you know
You're always gonna be there when he calls

Cause he's a truck driving man, stopping when he can,
He's a truck driving man, stopping when he can