Tom Waits - “Semi Suite“

Listen to the full album: “Semi Suite“ by Tom Waits from the album ’The Heart Of Saturday Night’ Lyrics Well, you hate those diesels rolling Those Friday nights out bowling When he’s off for a twelve-hour lay over night You wish you had a dollar For every time he hollered That he’s leaving and he’s never coming back But the curtain-laced billow And his hands on your pillow And his trousers are hanging on the chair You’re lying through your pain, babe But you’re gonna tell him he’s your man And you ain’t got the courage to leave He tells you that you’re on his mind You’re the only one he’s ever gonna find that’s Kind of special, and understands his complicated soul But the only place a man can breathe And collect his thoughts is Midnight and flying away on the road But you’ve packed and unpacked So many times you’ve lost track And t