Slow as molasses pouring through oil, clean as thought wrapped in tin foil
Numb to the pain and the pleasure as well, head in the clouds but the rest is in hell
That’s why I quit drinking . . . and started driving
Foot to floor, afraid to slow down, high octane fuel, life burned to the ground
Hunting disaster amongst disarray, a billboard that says ‘where ya goin’ today?’
That’s why I quit drinking . . . and started driving
Threw up my guts and poured out the potion
No more elixir, just high beams and motion
Ensuring the view through the windscreen is clear
Leave all the blur in the rearview mirror . . . and start driving
Hiss of the concrete, crunch of the gravel
Pulse of the white line, the heartbeat of travel
A bumb on a barstool gathers no tales
Pirates require only wind for the sails
That’s why I quit drinking . . . and stared driving
A beacon of light hangs in the sky
Framing a dream I will chase til I die
Sit back, relax, let the engine unwind
Hide from nobody, seek not to find
. . . start driving
The food in the fridge is moldy and the dog’s looking thin
I’m back in town and finding out that she left me again
Two months on the road and that’s my welcome home
Sorry Charlie good thing you like sleeping alone
By a note that says ‘don’t even bother calling hon’,
An empty coffee can labelled Christmas fund
She’s coming back but I wont let her in, I said it last time and I mean it again. This time I really mean it again
The food in the fridge is moldy, the cupboards are all bare
The dust of vacancy is scattered everywhere
There’s nothing here to eat so I’m getting a pizza
With extra olives cause I know how you hate that, Lisa
I’ll sleep like Jesus Christ in the middle of the bed
And let the thought she’s really gone soak into my head
She’s coming back but I wont let her in, I said it last time and I mean it again. This time I really mean it again
Can’t you hear those angels call
Don’t it mean anything at all
The food in the fridge is moldy, the calendar says June
I probably didn’t mean it when I said I’d be back soon
One thing led to another then a couple months were gone
I guess while I was travelling she was moving on
She’s not coming back, this time's not pretend
She told me last time she won’t tell me again
She’s not coming back, no not again
You had me for a song
then decided not to play along
You strung me on a line
You get me every time
In your Hartford t-shirt, you know
I'll always remember, always remember
Your Hartford t-shirt, you know
I'll always remember
You said I was hard to read
with a tendency to bury the lead
You left me on a porch,
but I still carried a torch
For your Hartford t-shirt, you know
I'll always remember, always remember
Your Hartford t-shirt, you know
I'll always remember
In your Hartford t-shirt, you know
Your Hartford t-shirt, you know
I'll always remember, always remember
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