This Time – Dan Colehour – letras

got the pavement pumping the heat off the streetthrough the souls of both of my shoestread’s wearing thin but knows where i’ve been and all i stand to losei’ve been buying time by the interstate on this roadway dock loading freightsome nights when the trucks run late i step out back and stareoff into that open sky and i dream about slipping awayhey baby that’s me and you takin’ a chance or twogoing straight to the highwayjust lie and listen to that engine burnin’turnin’ those four wheels just as fast as they can goand roll down the window and you might just feel the morningblowing in from someplace that the likes of us will never know’bout a mile down at the amocoamy’s ‘hind the counter sellin’ her soulto a nine to five job she don’t wanna to know or care too much aboutshe’s just tryin’ to make herself an easy buckshe can roll into this old pick-up truckgonna drive her into town and with a little luck we’ll turn a head or twono the ride won’t last too long but man, she won’t careshe just wants to feel the wind whipping through her long blond hairgoing straight to the highwayjust lie and listen to that engine burnin’turnin’ those four wheels just as fast as they can goand roll down the window and you just might feel the morningblowing in from someplace that the likes of us will never knowthis town’s gonna get us down if it gets up under our skinyeah baby we were born to lose but we’re bound to wingoing straight to the highwayjust lie and listen to that engine burnin’turnin’ those four wheels just as fast as they can goand roll down the window and you might feel the morningblowing in from someplace that the likes of us will never knowoh yeah, the likes of us