Semi Suite — текст песни (Tom Waits)

Well you hate those diesels rollin`
And those Friday nights out bowlin`
When he`s off for a twelve hour lay over night

You wish you had a dollar
For every time he hollered
That he`s leavin`
And he`s never comin` back

But the curtain-laced billow
And his hands on your pillow
And his trousers are hangin` on the chair

You`re lyin` through your pain, babe
But you`re gonna tell him he`s your man
And you ain`t got the courage to leave

He tells you that you`re on his mind
You`re the only one he`s ever gonna find
It`s kind-a special, understands his complicated soul...

But the only place a man can breathe
And collect his thoughts is
Midnight and flyin` away on the road.

But you`ve packed and unpacked
So many times you`ve lost track
And the steam heat is drippin` off the walls

But when you hear his engines
You`re lookin` through the window in the kitchen and you know
You`re always gonna be there when he calls

`Cause he`s a truck drivin` man
Stoppin` when he can
He`s a truck drivin` man
Stoppin` when he can