The morning's broken and her ticket waits.
The hazy purple shimmer looks so great
And the road's so smooth, recently laid
And it's hardly used.

Now country music at this time of day
Can make the future seem so far away.
Though the trade was slow, the cabby knew more
Than he let her know.

So she said, this conversation's dead
Nobody wants to watch the track go by.

The trucks are waiting in the loading bay
It's gonna be another busy day in the Middle East.
She fixes her hair, in a hotel suite.

So she said, this conversation's dead
Nobody wants to watch the track go by.
So upset, picked up the cigarette,
Nobody wants to watch the track go by.

So she said, this conversation's dead
Nobody wants to watch the track go by.
So upset, picked up the cigarette,
Nobody wants to watch the track go by.