Death of a Traveling Salesman

Tim Easton

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When I'm at your door, and the time is right
I can take you now, down the road tonight
But your door is dark, and the night is far from over

So I turn away, can you turn it down
I say roll up the windows some, let's drive out of town
Well the engine's cold, and the drive is far from over

What is home?
Just some stories for your new friends
What is home?
Just another shelter when the light is gone

All gone

It's a brand new skyline highway, with the same old room
And the TV warms you, you caught a ride to the bottom
Where you're not alone, none of you is all alone
All alone...

What is home to you?
Just some story for your new friends
What is home?
Just another shelter when the work is done
All done

Well deliver me into your life
Pull it over now, let's rest tonight
I say no more travelling, no more light
And when I'm gone you can drive all night
And once for me
Drive all night and once for me
You can drive all night and once for me

Drive all night next to me
Drive all night next to me
Drive all night...