Road Trip Lyrics - Singles - Bucklew Wendy

He's got one hand on the steering wheel 

The other's playing in the wind 

And he turns up that song he used to love 

But was always embarrassed to admit 

And he sings out loud and clear 

But only out here. 

He's passing up the fruit stands 

and tourist traps 

He saves his money for convenient-store 

coffee, smokes, and gas 

Knows a sure-fire way 

and has the will of his want 

He says, "This time things are gonna be different" 

"This time I'm gonna do as I pleases" 

He signals right on a random exit 

That ol' time warp came into view 

He said, "I'll have the 99-cent breakfast 

And coffee brewed to wake the dead" 

And hands back a sticky menu 

The waitress calls him "honey" 

My God, she must've worked here 

All her life 

And he started missing home 

'Til he remembered why he'd left, 

Sat back and reset his sights 

And he wants 

The world to hold him like a baby 

Never treat him like a child 

He thinks his tears are some big secret 

The only one kept by the night 

Only at night 

So he picks a dream--any dream 

Follows it for a while then says, "It's just not me" 

"No, I'm not running. I'l well on my way" 

He still has her picture on his dash 

Yeah, that tramp gave back his ring 

But every time he's near a pay phone 

he's tempted again 

He could call as just a friend, lift his voice 

and mask his pain 

But he won't give her the satisfaction 

No, he won't lower himself again. 

He says, "This time things are gonna be different" 

So he calls me collect about 12 am his time 

And he said that job fell through 

But there's another one across the line 

And I asked, already knowing, if he was okay 

And he said, "Yeah. It's just--sometimes..." 

So I hugged best I could with words 

And with a shrug in his voice 

that couldn't fool a stranger 

He finally got around to asking, 

"Did she ask about me?" 

I wish I could have said "yes".