She cooks him ham and hotcakes At 5:30 in the morn She does the dishes And irons his uniforms And she thinks she might have loved Him once but that was long ago And the rain pours down Like a holy waterfall Over the gulf of mexico The boardwalk's deserted And the beach is all closed down And the middle school punkrockers Ride their skateboards Through the town And she looks back and she daydreams About things and people she's never Seen just to keep from being blue and She gets home about a quarter to four And drives her brother To the liquor store on ocean avenue And I'm parked on the state line on this Cold november day and pretty soon i'll Be a drivin fool somewhere down this Lost highway then I hear a voice from My soul's core sayin freedom's just a Metaphor, you got nowhere to go And the rain pours down like a Holy waterfall over the gulf mexico
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