Well, I'd blow another fuse,
I'm eatin' sardines again
you know the road's gonna freeze
Cause the highway's iced over,
I just can't drive tonight
I'm writin' that same song over again
and they're waiting for me alone.
But there's a crucifix up on the highway,
And off the eastern seaboard
if I got a load of produce or I got a load
We're a portable parking lot,
they'll just be recycled cans
Cause I got the flip, a fever, gonna tilt,
you're gonna cheat her tonight
I'm writing that same song over again
Well, the line was cut on my telephone
The snowstorm left my babies
you when they cut my wife down
I tell you it was suicide
cuz I was out on my last ride
writing that same song over again
I'm writing that same song over
were waiting for me alone
And off the eastern seaboard
If I got a load of produce
Or a portable parking lot
they'll just be recycled cans
Cause I got the feeling my
cause I was out playing pinball
on the road every night you