I found a hair in my underwear And I wonder how it got there. The rain's drip drop at the Washington truck stop Holding on for a thousand years or two Raining outside it's a very nice bus ride And I think of holding on to you. I think of your neck and the way that you smell And the way my leg feels behind you knee I come out of this fog and into the sun I know that this is where I'm supposed to be... This is where I'm supposed to be. Look up past the roof Past the trees and the stars Please come down here and help me Wherever you are. I'm wishing, I'm thinking, I'm hopeful, I mean it. Look up past the very next roof The same trees and the stars Won't you please come down here and help me Whatever you are. The rains drip drop at the Washington truck stop Holding on for a thousand years or two Raining outside it's a very nice bus ride And I think of holding on to you. I think of your neck and the way that you smell And the way my leg feels behind you knee I come out of this fog and into the sun Know that this is where I'm supposed to be... This is where I'm supposed to be.