Brother kick me out of bed He crawls to his feet reluctantly Wraps his body in the sheet with the cigarette holes He's a thousand miles from home Bundle up it's coming down hard outside The cold will cut you like a dealer's deck He starts the car to start the race And its never the time or the place Oo I guess he's stuck this way Never listened to what they'd say He goes place to place But now he's face to face Slumped over tired in the back seat Watching the trees go by at sixty-five In the face of trouble you can't tell a lie Don't the clouds look beautiful in the snowy sky Oo I guess he's stuck this way Never listened to what they'd say He goes place to place But now he's face to face Even in agony he wouldn't trade the open road It's the routine that keeps him prisoner But now he'll learn to take his luck with style and grace Forever he'll ware his life across his face Oo I guess he's stuck this way Never listened to what they'd say He goes place to place But now he's face to face