A Drink and a Car
Look down that highway
Look down that road
From that motel
You had to go
It could've been a salesman
Or a country star
It could've been anybody
With a drink and a car
I walk these rooms
I go outside
I hit the bars
I'm barely alive
The trembling fingers
On the piano key
Whatever happened baby
To you and me
We make heroes
Of idiots and fools
We make a joke
Of the golden rule
We make love
And we never even try
To see the truth
Underneath these lies
Well I'm so tired
Of these slamming doors
I just can't take
These battles no more
You run away
You get what you need
This world is filled
With hungry mouths to feed
Now I hear your voice
On the telephone line
I hear your tears
But I've made up my mind
No amount of words
Could ever undo
The damage done
Between me and you
So look down that highway
Look down that road
From that motel
You had to go
It could've been a salesman
Or some country star
It could've been anybody
With a drink and a car
Writer/s: TOM OVANS
