'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.