she cooks him ham and hotcakes   at 5:30 in the morn   she does the dishes   and irons his uniforms   and she thinks she might have loved   him once but that was long ago   and the rain pours down   like a holy waterfall   over the gulf of mexico   the boardwalk's deserted   and the beach is all closed down   and the middle school punkrockers   ride their skateboards   through the town   and she looks back and she daydreams   about things and people she's never   seen just to keep from being blue and   she gets home about a quarter to four   and drives her brother   to the liquor store on ocean avenue   and i'm parked on the state line on this   cold november day and pretty soon i'll   be a drivin fool somewhere down this   lost highway then I hear a voice from   my soul's core sayin "freedom's just a   metaphor, you got nowhere to go"   and the rain pours down like a   holy waterfall over the gulf mexico