sneakers hanging, take five

the sun has broken
and the roads are clear
I am driving
away from here
take a turn
at Tenth and Main
don't matter which 
they're both the same

sneakers hanging
from a telephone wire
dead pick-up truck
with a flat rear tire
deadhead stoners
at the matinee
I'm from here 
and I'm running away

          don't try to tell me
          I won't listen
          don't try to teach me
          I won't learn
          look for me
          in the rear view mirror
          and know i will never return
          
at first I didn't
know for sure
that this was something
less than pure
more than I'd ever 
had in store
more than I
had bargained for

I like the rhythm
of your hips
the grasping of
your fingertips
your silhouetted
curve and sway
almost enough
to choose to stay

          don't try to tell me
          I won't listen
          don't try to teach me
          I won't learn
          look for me
          in the rear view mirror
          and know i will never return
          
you loved me dirty
and you loved me clean
you loved me naughty
and you loved me mean
you loved me until
I learned to bleed
from loving you
like a man in need

small towns have
long memories
and it's a long, long trail
in front of me
but I will not
be taken by
the rhapsody
of your velvet lies

          don't try to tell me
          I won't listen
          don't try to teach me
          I won't learn
          look for me
          in the rear view mirror
          and know i will never return
          
sneakers hanging
from a telephone wire
this farm boy's left
the Sunday choir
I'll think of you
wherever I roam
the resting place
I know as home