I didn't say we wouldn't hurt anymore
That's how you learn, you just get burned
But we don't have to feel like dirt anymore
Though love's not earned, Baby it's our turn
We were always looking for true north
With our heads in the clouds, just a little off course
I left the motor running, now if you're feeling down and out

Come on Baby drive south, with the one you love

Down here the river meets the sea
And in the sticky heat I feel ya' open up to me
Love comes out of nowhere baby, like a hurricane
And it feels like rain

Underneath the stars lying next to you
Wondering who you are baby
How do you do?
When the clouds blow in across the moon
And the wind howls out your name
Feels like rain

We'll never make that bridge tonight

I know a girl, mess with your mind,
She'll come to you in the summer sometime
She'll talk about things you don't understand,
But you better keep to the matters at hand
Before the whole damn thing unwinds

She is beautiful, she is small
She don't wanna play basketball
There's no tellin' what she might do
Before her doin' days are through
But right now she can't even crawl

CHORUS:

She came onto him like a slow movin' cold front
His beer was warmer than the look in her eyes
She sat on a stool, he said, "What do you want?"
She said, "Give me a love that don't freeze up inside."

He said, "I have melted some hearts in my time dear
But to sit next to you, Lord, I shiver and shake
And if I knew love, well, I don't think I'd be here

Well I'm out here on my own
Followin' a star
Asking on my knees, for some direction, please,
And, God, you know that's hard

Cause I'm such a stubborn man
Lord, I'm stubborn as a mule
Even though I struggle some, I believe a change will come
And I hear you love a fool
I see a road and a flash of lightning
Let me tell you it's frightening

CHORUS:
Is anybody there?

That girl you were seein' back in '72
Somethin' 'bout a hotel room and bath water in your shoes
Were you into your Catholic thing then or some other stew
Were you both holed up in that hotel room practicing voodoo

CHORUS:
It'll come to you
Don't look back, it'll come to you
In the middle of the night, with you covers pulled up tight
It'll come to you

I was gonna get up off that bar stool
Just as soon as I could figure it out
Why I was overlooked at the car pool
Stood up at the dance with no twist and shout

When you're burnin' with your last desire
And every memory haunts you
You write it down in alcohol fire
'Cause that's the only flame that wants you

CHORUS:
When you're paper thin
Yeah, read all about it

You get up in the morning
You get on the bus
You don't think about nothing
You don't raise no fuss

You come home in the evening
Turn the TV on
You ain't going nowhere
You just ride along, ride along, ride along

You get the Sunday paper
On Saturday night
You read the travel section
Until you're all uptight

'Cause it's almost Monday
Jack you know that song

When I was a boy,
I thought it just came to you
But I never could tell what's mine
So it didn't matter anyway

My only pride and joy
Was this racket down here
Banging on an old guitar
And singin' what I had to say

I always thought our house was haunted
Cuz nobody said "boo" to me
I never did get what I wanted
But now I get what I need

It's been a slow turning

Maybe your mama didn't treat you right,
Maybe her intentions weren't even very good
Maybe my daddy lay awake at night
Imagining himself in some other neighborhood

Left to our own devices
Like maybe they were too
Out on the open road
And wonderin' what to do

CHORUS:
You ask how we got here baby don't ask how
That was sometime other than now

I woke up in a hotel and, didn't know what to do
I turned the TV on, wrote a letter to you
The news was talkin' 'bout a dead man upon the interstate
Seems they were lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates

Well since I left California baby, things have gotten worse
Seems the land of opportunity for me it's just a curse
Tell that judge in Bakersfield my trial'll have to wait

Whatever you don’t follow that shot, she rang those words out with all she got
With a baby and the laundry in the chevrolet, well he thought about following anyway
But he drove ’em to the strip mall laundromat,
In his three day beard and his red man hat
Trudy washed their bell bottom jeans, while that baby just sat there lookin’ mean

Chorus:
Trudy and dave