Brother kick me out of bed
He crawls to his feet reluctantly
Wraps his body in the sheet with the cigarette holes
He's a thousand miles from home
Bundle up it's coming down hard outside
The cold will cut you like a dealer's deck
He starts the car to start the race
And its never the time or the place
Oo I guess he's stuck this way
Never listened to what they'd say
He goes place to place
But now he's face to face
Slumped over tired in the back seat
Watching the trees go by at sixty-five
In the face of trouble you can't tell a lie
Don't the clouds look beautiful in the snowy sky
Oo I guess he's stuck this way
Never listened to what they'd say
He goes place to place
But now he's face to face
Even in agony he wouldn't trade the open road
It's the routine that keeps him prisoner
But now he'll learn to take his luck with style and grace
Forever he'll ware his life across his face
Oo I guess he's stuck this way
Never listened to what they'd say
He goes place to place
But now he's face to face