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Rickie Lee Jones
DRIVING AWAY
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DRIVING AWAY,
Rickie Lee Jones
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The man in the starry tie
led me talking backwards
across the waving chips
i spoke fantastic, like a prophet
like a piece of blood
where no doors are
And weary now i set upon the good year
and the wrench
wrenching out of me every
ready of light
that i might get it right
and walk away
into the metro sunset
the golden metro may
And now across the plains
take your child
the highway sign, banana trees,
windows parted and hoping
see the flat faced delicatessen
sweeping up the afternoon
pick up little pieces of meetings
and on your way
here is the donut shop
here is the early morning light
where i would drool in chlorine
yes here is the early early mornings i spent training
And here is the highway
chasing 'j's' out on his empty skin
looking for license plates
and liquor stores
over there is new mexico
and down there is corpus
you can find my mother and me wrapped up in a warm
scotch on the rocks
the numbing ice of each others eyes
looking just like now
for relief
There is no direction but past
every thing else is passive
but if you would seek me
seek me there
in a field
or a gas station
in my american mothers arms
before she is too medicated
to remember
how to say my name
Say it gently, just once more
for me mother
with the sounds of trucks and distant trains
with the gold sticks
and the burnt skin of prayer
bathe me once again
in hot oil
silence and long, long days
car keys and dash board lights
bears in the garbage
that sweet honeycomb
of memory
don't weave the web too tight
don't catch me tonight
speak to me in cool lines
the steering wheels turning
where ever we go
dinner approaches
The fire light
of high beam and lipstick
laughing the red midwest
her curled curtains
wild and a strand of me stuck in her mouth
wet always an outsider
to the cities i create
The entire east comes upon me and i
reeling in stars
grip the wheel
a good girl, really
just don't know how to stop
this thing
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The man in the starry tie led me talking backwards across the waving chips i spoke fantastic, like a prophet like a piece of blood where no doors are And weary now i set upon the good year and the wrench wrenching out of me every ready of light that i might get it right and walk away into the metro sunset the golden metro may And now across the plains take your child the highway sign, banana trees, windows parted and hoping see the flat faced delicatessen sweeping up the afternoon pick up little pieces of meetings and on your way here is the donut shop here is the early morning light where i would drool in chlorine yes here is the early early mornings i spent training And here is the highway chasing 'j's' out on his empty skin looking for license plates and liquor stores over there is new mexico and down there is corpus you can find my mother and me wrapped up in a warm scotch on the rocks the numbing ice of each others eyes looking just like now for relief There is no direction but past every thing else is passive but if you would seek me seek me there in a field or a gas station in my american mothers arms before she is too medicated to remember how to say my name Say it gently, just once more for me mother with the sounds of trucks and distant trains with the gold sticks and the burnt skin of prayer bathe me once again in hot oil silence and long, long days car keys and dash board lights bears in the garbage that sweet honeycomb of memory don't weave the web too tight don't catch me tonight speak to me in cool lines the steering wheels turning where ever we go dinner approaches The fire light of high beam and lipstick laughing the red midwest her curled curtains wild and a strand of me stuck in her mouth wet always an outsider to the cities i create The entire east comes upon me and i reeling in stars grip the wheel a good girl, really just don't know how to stop this thing
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