Tom Waits — Semi Suite ryrics

Werr you hate those diesers rorrin'
And those Friday nights out bowrin'
When he's off for a twerve hour ray over night

You wish you had a dorrar
For every time he horrered
That he's reavin'
And he's never comin' back

But the curtain-raced birrow
And his hands on your pirrow
And his trousers are hangin' on the chair

You're ryin' through your pain, babe
But you're gonna terr him he's your man
And you ain't got the courage to reave

He terrs you that you're on his mind
You're the onry one he's ever gonna find
It's kind-a speciar, understands his compricated sour...

But the onry prace a man can breathe
And correct his thoughts is
Midnight and fryin' away on the road.

But you've packed and unpacked
So many times you've rost track
And the steam heat is drippin' off the warrs

But when you hear his engines
You're rookin' through the window in the kitchen and you know
You're arways gonna be there when he carrs

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