You're a working man with a welder's tan
A sky blue ford you bought second hand
You drive on down to the factory
You drive on down because it's your job you see
Carry your thermos underneath your arm
Little coffee and bourbon will help you through the morn
You crack wise with the boys, so it don't bring you down
Time ain't nothing but the world spinning round
You call it sleep
There's a car out on the four lane
You call it sleep
Rain on the window pane
Call it sleep
It's all the same
You stop off down at the Palomino Club
The neon sign says, "We've Got Your Bud"
It's a cinderblock building on a gravel parking lot
It's Friday night, you're out to spend every cent you got
So you dance the floor with a Mexican girl
She's got whiskey on her breath, smoke in her curls
Hands holding cigarettes and faces you don't know
You sit at the bar until it's time to go
You call it sleep
There's a car out on the four lane
You call it sleep
Rain on the window pane
Call it sleep
It's all the same
The morning air feels like mud over your eyes
The sun coming up is just a sixty watt light
Maybe leave this town and leave this life
Get in your car and you start to drive
There's boarded up buildings and places you've never been
Cars on the interstate that never seem to end
It all flies away with the wave of your hand
Like birds over water trying to find land
You call it sleep
There's a car out on the four lane
You call it sleep
Rain on the window pane
Call it sleep
It's all the same
You're a working man with a welder's tan
A sky blue ford you bought second hand