And the night is cool as I’m driving on the Interstate.
Just another song like it’s just another drive.
27 hours cause you’re living in another state,
but the tank is full & the coffee keeps me wired.
How can I be real if I’m working in a factory?
How can I be me or be anything at all?
So you burned it down, now that job is history.
But I know it was against the law.
And even if I find my way back to you,
I know I’ll never learn to burn like you do.
You got a mind like a hurricane,
you got a dream like a train
you got a heart like a mountain,
I’m tumbling down, tumbling down again.
I had a dream that we had a happy home
on a piece of land with a plan to raise a child.
If we had a girl, could we call her Sylvia
& love her, and raise her sweet & wild?
But even if we wind up trying that way
we won’t I know we’ll never really have that baby.
Not with your mind like a hurricane...