Stockyard Stoics Turnpike South
Long time gone, hither and yon
Our last paycheck is spent (So what?)
Rice and beans, limited means
How we gonna pay the rent? (Oh shit!)
Get a job or two or three or four and never sleep
Sleep's overrated anyway and this hole we've dug is deep
But there'll be a new day
A time when everything's turning out okay
Loose strings tied up and debts paid
We'll have nothing to do
We'll walk through the streets of this town like we own them
Let the road lead where it may we will show them
Sun's gonna shine gonna hold our heads up high
We'll get by
We put 167,000 miles on that car
Along the way it didn't seem we'd traveled all that far
We took every scenic byway and stopped at every town of note
Now our engine has a rattle and the credit card is broke
And that's alright
Turnpike north, back and forth
Friday morning gone
Up and down and all around
These weeks are dragging on
Head gone rot and the weekend shot
It's creeping up on seven
But work's all done and if I run
I'm gonna catch the 8pm
It's a new day
Seems like everything's turning out okay
West wind blowing going my way
Bringing me home to you
I love her yeah she's the one
I love her and we're gonna have some fun
I love her yeah she's the one for me
She's the one for me
She's the one for me
