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shythe heat is so great it plays tricks with the eye turns the road into water then from water to sky there's a crack in the concrete floor that starts at the sink there's a bathroom in a gas station and i've locked myself in it to think back in the city the sun bakes the trash on the curb the men are pissing in doorways and the rats are running in herds i got a dream with your face in it that scares me awake i put too much on the table now i got too much at stake i might let you off easy i might lead you on i might wait for you to look for me and then i might be gone there's where i come from and where i'm going and i am lost in between i might go out to that phone booth and leave a veiled invitation on your machine you'll stop me won't you if you've heard this one before the one where i surprise you by showing up at your front door saying let's not ask what next or how or why i am leaving in the morning so let's not be shy the door opens the room winces the housekeeper comes in without a warning i squint at the muscular motel light and say, hey, good morning as she jumps her keys jingle and she leaves as quickly as she came in i roll over and taste the pillow with my grin the sheets are twisted and damp the heat is so great and i swear i can feel the mattress sinking underneath your weight sleep is like a fever and i'm glad when it ends the road flows like a river it pulls me around every bend stop me won't you if you've heard this one before the one where i surprise you by showing up at your front door saying let's not ask what's next or how or why i'm leaving in the morning let's not be shy © 1995 ani difranco / righteous babe music |
