I started up my hollow
piece of wood to follow
a day that doesn't come...to the lucky
And i realize there's tomorrow
but i would rather wallow...
in the rain than moods that seem
so potluck-y
Well i'm cruising up a sale
in my off-white coupe back '65
oh i'm cruisin' down my own street
and my hoopty says to me
"you better hang on to your benchseat,
i'm gonna take you for a ride."
And, i'll let you know
when it comes, when it comes
i'll let you know
but don't stay up for me
don't wait up for me if i'm not home, yeah
So i wait for fate to find me
a ball of string unwind me
uncomfortable as a centerfold, yeah
and i realize your'e behind me
to help and humankind me
to see my songs can be retold
Well, i'll be gone tomorrow,
yes, i'm on the road tomorrow
so, next time that i see you in school
it won't be for too long
And i'll let you know
when it comes, when it comes
i'll let you know
but don't stay up for me
don't wait up for me if i'm not home, yeah
I want a leather jacket
but only if i have the time
well i'll comb my hair like elvis
and grab an old crash '59
and you'd hardly recognize me
if you saw me from behind
And i'll let you know
when it comes, when it comes
i'll let you know (i'll let you know)
and i'll let you know, yeah
when it comes, just when it comes
i'll let you know (i'll let you know)
but don't stay up for me
don't wait up for me if i'm not home, yeah
yeah
And i'll let you know, yeah
i'll let you know, yeah
i'll let you know