Tom Waits – Face To The Highway lyrics

I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away The cradle wants a baby Kitchen wants a pan The heart wants a certain kind of lover if it can The ocean wants a sailor The gun wants a hand And money wants a spender And road wants a man I turn my face to the highway I turn my face to the highway I turn my face to the highway And I turn my back on you And devil wants a sinner The sky wants a bird The table wants a dinner And the lips want a word The glass wants the wine The fist wants to hurt And the clock wants the time And the shovel wants to work I turn my face to the highway I turn my face to the highway I turn my face to the highway And I turn my back on you I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away The coal wants a miner The soldier takes a stand The walls of the prison want a solitary man The window wants a curtain The plow wants the land The diamond ring wants to fit upon the finger of her hand I turn my face to the highway I turn my face to the highway I turn my face to the highway And I turn my back on you Going away I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away Explain Request ×

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