Tom Waits
Bad as Me

Face to the Highway

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

Money wants a spender

And the road wants a man



I turned my face to the highway

I turned my face to the highway

I turned my face to the highway

And I turn my back on you



Devil wants a sinner

Sky wants a bird

Table wants the dinner

And the lips want a word



Glass wants the wine

Fist wants to hurt

Clock wants the time

And the shovel wants to work



I turned my face to the highway

I turned my face to the highway

I turned 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

I’m going away



Coal wants a miner

Soldier takes a stand

The walls of the prison

Want a solitary man



The window wants a curtain

The plow wants the land

Diamond ring wants to

Fit upon the finger of her hand



I'll turn my face to the highway

I'll turn my face to the highway

I'll turn my face to the highway

And I'll 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

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

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