Trucks are piled up for twenty-five miles
Twenty-four hours a day
Front of the line are Spanish tile houses
Where pretty little children play
Can't you tell there's
Trucks out there just waiting for you?
That mountain you love is getting washed away
Look out your window and see
There's a man on top balling his eyes out
Just for you and me
Can't you tell there's
Trucks out there just waiting for you?
And everyone is loaded with the blues
Left and right
Look left and right
And then look like hell
Left and right
Look left and right
And then look like hell
The face of this world is just as flat as hell
And somebody way up there
Tipped all the troubles onto our side
Tipped away over here
Some people I love cried over the phone
But nobody died, so it's okay
The wildest corner of this flat little world
Is so full of trouble today
Can't you tell there's
Trucks out there just waiting for you?
And everyone is loaded with the blues
Left and right
Look left and right
And then look like hell
Left and right
Look left and right
And then look like hell
Oh, left and right
Look left and right
Left and right
Look left and right
Left and right
Look left and right
And then look like hell
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