808

Wait oh wait
Where you running to?
From the arms of your insatiable lover
To a town line out of view
And if you’ve gotta run
I’m not chasing after you
We saw the rigs work the highway like a conga line
‘Neath the backdrop of a Windsor sunset
Gray fields and white pine
Though there’s romance in perpetual motion
The road ain’t no love of mine
Will you go
If I tell you don’t
The tubes will burn out
On this old radio
Oh wait
Oh wait
Oh wait
Oh wait
Wait oh wait
I’ve got a better offer I suppose
Close your eyes for a moment, my darling
Can’t you see my figure juxtaposed
On the sound stage of how you envision
The way your movie goes