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Rickie Lee Jones

Genres: Rock

Driving Away Lyrics - Rickie Lee Jones

the man in the starry tie 

led me talking backwards 

across the waving chips 

i spoke fantastic, like a prophet 

like a piece of blood 

where no doors are 

 

and weary now i set upon the good year 

and the wrench 

wrenching out of me every 

ready of light 

that i might get it right 

and walk away 

into the metro sunset 

the golden metro may 

 

and now across the plains 

take your child 

the highway sign, banana trees, 

windows parted and hoping 

see the flat faced delicatessen 

sweeping up the afternoon 

pick up little pieces of meetings 

and on your way 

here is the donut shop 

here is the early morning light 

where i would drool in chlorine 

yes here is the early early mornings i spent training 

 

and here is the highway 

chasing 'j's' out on his empty skin 

looking for license plates 

and liquor stores 

over there is new mexico 

and down there is corpus 

you can find my mother and me wrapped up in a warm 

scotch on the rocks 

the numbing ice of each others eyes 

looking just like now 

for relief 

 

there is no direction but past 

every thing else is passive 

but if you would seek me 

seek me there 

in a field 

or a gas station 

in my american mothers arms 

before she is too medicated 

to remember 

how to say my name 

 

say it gently, just once more 

for me mother 

with the sounds of trucks and distant trains 

with the gold sticks 

and the burnt skin of prayer 

bathe me once again 

in hot oil 

silence and long, long days 

car keys and dash board lights 

bears in the garbage 

that sweet honeycomb 

of memory 

don't weave the web too tight 

don't catch me tonight 

speak to me in cool lines 

the steering wheels turning 

where ever we go 

dinner approaches 

 

the fire light 

of high beam and lipstick 

laughing the red midwest 

her curled curtains 

wild and a strand of me stuck in her mouth 

wet always an outsider 

to the cities i create 

 

the entire east comes upon me and i 

reeling in stars 

grip the wheel 

a good girl, really 

just don't know how to stop 

this thing