Besedila: Mad Happy. Frankenprophecy. Truckstop Honeymoon.

It ain't like things changed much once we hit the road
being too broke for a coffee and a roll
that don't slow you down, just more o-the same stubborn forward march
maxxed out cards and empty bank accounts, only leave a psychic mark
late morning in the parking lot at a place called flying j
nuzzled under the interstate with an all you can eat buffet
aside from the sun, noone cares if we sleep till twelve or one, and
the drive, town-ta-town, helps me forget where i came from
wasn't raised on a runcible spoon
a year and a day on a truck stop honeymoon

everything we had to spend
we spent on a one way ticket
now we're down and out, high n' dry
with nuthin' but our looks to get us by

if I'm gonna starve tonight
then i wanna starve by your side
drinkin' truck stop coffee
and i tell you it's all right
you know that you look gorgeous when ya' cry

if this is what they call freedom i'll take it
if this is bad as it gets we'll make it
every single turn somethin's testin' me
fates just jealous cause we're spendin' all our time chasin' signs for destiny

we were nearly half insane and broke down
by the time we left our strange hometowns
living at the edge of bored to death in a place called no surprise
where the only thing that ever changes is what gets you high
I'd already kicked dope and crack and a bad slut habit... twice, at least
and i'd just been replaced by a proper queen at a west side hair salon
if we had what to lose, it was getting old on mary-jane and jack
and away was the only worthwhile place to get.
wasn't raised on a runcible spoon
a year and a day on a truck stop honeymoon

if i ever knew your strength
i ever believed in your resolve
to achieve even your wildest dreams
nothing is as dire as it seems

even as the sky turns pink
on another night here at the brink
we've got love to make
records to break
nothin' but romance to fill the hours

if this is what they call freedom i'll take it
if this is bad as it gets we'll make it
every single turn somethin's testin' me
fates just jealous cause we're spendin' all our time chasin' signs for destiny

Words by Rivka and Mike iLL
Music by Mad Happy
Copyright BMI

(Thanks to Mike Kilmer for these lyrics)