'52 Ford

I hit the road in a '52 Ford...

A pack of matches and a postcard on the dashboard...

The sun was set.

The gas gauge was low.

And it was time to go.

I met the girl at a juke joint on the fly.

Needed a friend the day my mother died.

Her place was hot and it smelled of sin.

I guess when one life goes, another begins.

Hey now, what you gonna do?

Got a fiver in your pocket,

and a switchblade in your boot.

Hey now, what you gonna say

to make it go away?

I found the city by the mark on the stamp;

Studied it under the light of a hotel lamp.

I found his work.

I found their home.

I waited until I knew she was alone.

I didn't want the child to see life.

I justified and it wounded my pride.

My mind was set that no one could know.

The girl had to go.

Hey now, what you gonna do?

Got a fiver in your pocket,

and a switchblade in your boot.

Hey now, what you gonna say

to make it go away?

Hey now, what you gonna do?

Got a fiver in your pocket,

and a switchblade in your boot.

Hey now, what you gonna say

to make it go away?

Light stumbled in through a crack in the shades,

reflected off of the edge of my blade.

As I reached for the girl with the knife in my hand,

I thought " I guess the kid deserves a chance."

Her man came in as I started to go.

My last intentions;

How could he know?

The blade sank deep into my skin.

I guess when one life goes, another begins.