Every Now And Then You'll

Out Past The Cornfields Where The Woods Got Heavy, Out In The Back Seat Of My '60 Chevy. Workin' On Mysteries Without Any Clues, Workin' On Our Night Moves.

Most Of The Time, I'm Here In Michigan And I'm Taking Out The Garbage Every Monday.

I Work My Back 'til It's Racked With Pain, The Boss Can't Even Recall My Name.

Up With The Sun. Gone With The Wind.

One Victim Lives In Tragedy, Another Victim Stops To Stare, And Still Another Walks On By Pretending Not To See