everybody, everybody has a love-hate relationship with their hometown. It's

now it's just Tinker, me, Tinker's dog, thousands of miles

voice comes calling through the mistI awake from a

the nightBecause the nightBecause the me now, baby,

had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of

I get home from my job I turn on

let you in her houseIf you come knockin' late

time I crossed my heart, I was beggin', baby,

the road to Basra, stood young Lieutenant Jimmy BlyDetailed

Well a great black river a man had foundSo he put

driving in my carI turn on the radioI'm pulling

name is Joe Roberts, I work for the stateI'm

I'm drivin' in my car, you turn on the radioI'm pullin'

Tonight my bag is packedTomorrow I'll walk these tracksThat will lead

the night wind rustles the faraway eavesRollin' down the

get up in the eveningAnd I ain't got nothing

is for anybody who, uhEver drove through the darkness on

Growing Up – Growing Up – Growing UpWell I stood stone-like

up this morning, the house was coldChecked the furnace,

had a dream our love would last foreverI had