Turnpike

(album: Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Ram - 1978)

I was in love and I wasn't afraid
You were just still written I couldn't play
Then I wasn't so sure of my old day
What is the reason, you wouldn't say
Never returned to Boston
The place where my love was lost and
Oh baby, what's it causing me

Look for your face in the railway station
Thought it was you but now I'm mistaken
Where do I look in this great big passion for you

Stuck on the turnpike
It's taking me days to hitch-hike
Ain't no love like me and you
Stuck on the turnpike
It's taking me days to hitch-hike
Ain't no love like me and you

I was a clown and the circus were me
You were the theme and I was the tame
You were the one that started the flame
Why can't the love that we had be the same

Grabbing the south-side fairway
Rolling my soul with a bottle of sherry
Oh baby, don't you carry me

Never [?] and I made it to Boston
Happy return to your home and lost and
Oh baby, how it's supposed to be

Stuck on the turnpike
It's taking me days to hitch-hike
Ain't no love like me and you
Stuck on the turnpike
It's taking me days to hitch-hike
Ain't no love like me and you

Stuck on the turnpike
It's taking me days to hitch-hike
Ain't no love like me and you
I'm stuck on the turnpike
It's taking me days to hitch-hike
Ain't no love like me and you