Song Description
A truckstop snap- shot of a rambler destined always to be running away from a lover's memory. He's been everywhere and done everything and although he knows he can never escape, he can't change his ways.
| Song Length |
4:06 |
Genre |
Country - Alternative, Folk - Country |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Tranquil, Poignant |
Subject |
Pride, Sorrow |
| Similar Artists |
Soul Asylum, Arlo Guthrie |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
The guy at the counter
Is watching the waitress?s legs
He orders coffee
And scrambled eggs
Wearing faded blue Levi?s
That have seen better days better times
Got a half pack of Luckies
And a pocket full of jukebox dimes
The guy at the counter
Has been everything once most things twice
He?s played with them marked cards
And he?s rolled them crooked dice
He?s seen the fireworks
Blow up on the fourth of July
And he?s watched the lightning
Chase itself across the sky
Chorus:
We all know that life leaves such crooked scars don?t it
Spend half your life trying like hell not to show it
I guess he flew to her like a moth to a flame
Looks like her memory?s trying to burn him once again
The guy at the counter
Lights up his last cigarette
It tastes hard and bitter
But they haven?t killed him yet
He smiles at the waitress
Then he picks up his cheque and he leaves
The door gives a jingle
And he brushes some ashes off his sleeve
Chorus:
We all know that life leaves such crooked scars don?t it
Spend half your life trying like hell not to show it
I guess he flew to her like a moth to a flame
Looks like her memory?s trying to burn him once again