Gone off in the pitch-black dark
To work the morning tour
He's halfway to the highway
And he won't be back for hours
His tail lights down the gravel road
You watch them round the bend
Nothing's on the TV
But something's in the wind
And it makes you crazy
And it makes you blue
It's a restless feeling
And it's nothing new
Listen to the buzzing
Of the June bugs and the flies
The sink's all full of dishes
You might just let 'em lie
You might just pour yourself a drink
And sit outside awhile
He won't miss the whiskey
He knows it's not your style
And he don't care enough
To even wonder why
You fight off his fumbling hands
With daggers in your eyes
To work the morning tour
He's halfway to the highway
And he won't be back for hours
His tail lights down the gravel road
You watch them round the bend
Nothing's on the TV
But something's in the wind
And it makes you crazy
And it makes you blue
It's a restless feeling
And it's nothing new
Listen to the buzzing
Of the June bugs and the flies
The sink's all full of dishes
You might just let 'em lie
You might just pour yourself a drink
And sit outside awhile
He won't miss the whiskey
He knows it's not your style
And he don't care enough
To even wonder why
You fight off his fumbling hands
With daggers in your eyes
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