Pickup trucks and reefers ganging up in the middle lane
And I'm stuck on the shoulder trying to get out of the rain
One flat tire, this river of tail lights and chrome
One flat tire, another night away from home
Bernie went to hospital; he said there wasn't much pain
But I couldn't sleep that night in case he didn't wake again
One flat tire and a shaky voice on the phone
One flat tire, another night away from home
Oh the grand designs of mice and men
The rats racing in the streets
As the fumes of ambition fill the air
Life is a four letter word like love, like hate
And it's salty on my tongue like blood or tears
Blood or tears
When I can't be near you, I pull myself apart
When I can't get through to you it's like a hole in my heart
One flat tire, like I'm swallowing a stone
One flat tire, another night away from home
One flat tire, another night away from home