Lonely as I sit broke down off the highway. Cars they sweep beside me, on damp asphalt. and I’m not sure where to go I sit with the radio on. & light a smoke. Cause’ helplessness overwhelms us. It’s out of my hands I’m enclosed in a tin can that ran bone dry. Well, I suppose today ain’t my day. Between the sheets I should have stayed back in Alabama. Oh, how the winter chill greets the warmth beneath my rain coat. Cause’ helplessness overwhelms us. It’s out of my hands I’m enclosed in a tin can that ran bone dry.