Atta Boy
Roadblock (Six Weeks)
One more detour now, one more roadblock then the road looks clear
So, let's take the train, to the coast 'fore the rain gets here
Hurricanes can't be seen, at all where the airplanes fly
So just foxhole prayers, unheard words when they know the lie

Up late, down low, no sleep, nowhere to go
Cold spell, no snow, two feet, nothing to show
Six weeks, now past, and stand still, don't go too fast
Sweet dreams, at last, cheap thrills, because I asked

I can see the lights of the ship
Can you see it, too?
Don't you dare, too cross
What they say's not true

Up late, down low, no sleep, nowhere to go
Cold spell, no snow, two feet, nothing to show
Six weeks, now past, and stand still don't go too fast
Sweet dreams, at last, cheap thrills, because I asked

Its a shame you left, way back when all the roads were clear
So, I'll take the train, to the coast, but you won't be here