I'M IN HEAVEN
THAT'S WHAT THE SIGN SAYS
THIS BAR'S MORE LIKE HELL, EVERYTHING PAINTED RED
EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE A TRUCK GOES BY HEADED NORTH
HEADLIGHTS FLASHING ACROSS THESE SMOKY WALLS
IF YOU WANT TO
JUST POST A LETTER TO 'HAPPINESS'
BUT MARK IT CARE-OF
CARE OF THE DEVIL'S ADDRESS
I STARTED DRIFTIN'
WHEN I COULDN'T PAY THE RENT
ON THAT MOBILE HOME, WAS MORE LIKE A SHED
I SPENT EVERY WINTER JUST A WATCHIN' THE RAIN
TURN THAT GRAVEL PATH INTO A LAKE
NOW I'M FINE AND
DANDY BUT I'M ALL ALONE
JUST ME AND THE SPARKLE OF THE TARMAC ROAD
THOUSAND MILES BEHIND ME, WIFE'S IN ANOTHER MAN'S BED
THOUSAND MILES AHEAD OF ME BEFORE I'LL EVER REST
Well my mother's
father and my uncle were both truck drivers all their lives but
I don't drive which kind of sad considering how many times driving
features in my songs!
I imagined it as a kind of folkier version of 'Return to Sender'!
The last lines are a straight cop of a Raymond Carver idea in his
wonderful poem whose title escapes me at the moment where he ends
up trying to disentangle a snagged fishing line and then drops the
line about his wife in another man's bed.....pure class..so now