Starts in Tupelo, take on a steady flow
She makes a left right
Disappears into the night

Into the West she glides
Seen the last sunlight
Twenty bucks to spend
Left with the Heroine Pretend

He will follow her home
Waits till she’s all alone
Calls her on the phone

And she gets it: creates moods with ease
Lives on top of life
Like something by Matise

She has to pretend she is a potted plant
Mozart on FM in this Japanese rented van

He will follow her home
Waits till she’s all alone
Calls her on the phone

And his habits got her driving
His habits got her driving
His habit, a habit, it’s his habits
It’s a nod to saliva and sweat
Stroud for secrets, habits and those miracles
And his habits got her driving
His habits got her driving

It’s way up or it’s way down
Fashioned remarkably
Careless old town

Outside her window another pity
Endless parade
Native to the city

He will follow her home
Waits till she’s all alone
Calls her on the phone

On I-22 lips damped with glue
It never works out
She never trusted you

Now releasing from the Big Gulp
A foreign love letter written on pulp

He will follow her home
Waits till she’s all alone
Calls her on the phone

And his habits got her driving
His habits got her driving
His habit, a habit, it’s his habits
It’s a nod to saliva and sweat
Stroud for secrets, habits and those miracles
And his habits got her driving
His habits got her driving

And his habits got her driving
His habits got her driving
His habit, a habit, it’s his habits
It’s a nod to saliva and sweat
Stroud for secrets, habits and those miracles
And his habits got her driving
His habits got her driving (I-22)