Won't Be Home

歌詞

You're a bottle-cap away, from pushing me too far Well the problem's getting big and its a compact car So I won't feel so bad, I did all I could do Now I'm on wounded knee and we're at waterloo So Please get out, of my car ::Chorus:: I was born in the backseat of a mustang On a cold night in a hard rain And the very first song that the radio sang Was 'I Won't Be Home No More.' You're a rattle-trap tonight, my ears are getting tired So listen for awhile, before this thing expired It was bound to fail because of where I'm from Now the moon's at four o'clock and It's high time kingdome come So please get out, of my car ::Repeat Chorus 2x's:: I'm pulling off the road, I'm opening the door I'm giving you the pavement, I'm telling you what for You're no more than a thought And you're getting smaller in my rearview mirror Yeah, you're getting smaller in my rearview mirror Yeah, you're getting smaller ::Repeat Chorus until it fades::