Truck Stop Drip Drop - Negativland

I found a hair in my underwear

And I wonder how it got there

The rain’s drip drop at the Washington truck stop

Holding on for a thousand years or two

Raining outside it’s a very nice bus ride

And I think of holding on to you

I think of your neck and the way that you smell

And the way my leg feels behind you knee

I come out of this fog and into the sun

I know that this is where I’m supposed to be…

This is where I’m supposed to be

Look up past the roof

Past the trees and the stars

Please come down here and help me

Wherever you are

I’m wishing, I’m thinking, I’m hopeful, I mean it

Look up past the very next roof

The same trees and the stars

Won’t you please come down here and help me

Whatever you are

The rains drip drop at the Washington truck stop

Holding on for a thousand years or two

Raining outside it’s a very nice bus ride

And I think of holding on to you

I think of your neck and the way that you smell

And the way my leg feels behind you knee

I come out of this fog and into the sun

Know that this is where I’m supposed to be…

This is where I’m supposed to be