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I've been driving fourteen hours
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I could use some company
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But lipstick kiss and faded flowers
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Is all she left for me
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I met her in a diner, asked her what her name was
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Asked her if she'd like to see my rig and she laughed
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She tossed the red carnation underneath the front seat
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Tried to say she's not that kind of girl but she was
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She wants to settle down, she knows a trucker never does
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Just another truck stop angel
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Sent down the highway from above
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Just another pit stop on the speedway of love
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I went down to the racetrack
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I entered the second heat
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They said the red car out there was the one to beat
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I made it to the finals, the red car right behind me
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Passed me just before the checkered flag and I lost
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The girl who kissed the winner asked me if I would meet her
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Under the bandstand down by the finish line and then
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Later in her trailer I crossed that line time and time again
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CHORUS
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See the headlights gleaming
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Hear the engines roar
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From my eyes the tears are streaming
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Falling to the floor
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The road ahead is just a blur I slow down and pull over
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I think of all the women I have found and forgot
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Some girls like movie stars, sad songs on the radio
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Some girls like the smell of gasoline and exhaust
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For every chance I take there's another I have lost
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CHORUS
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Pit Stop
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| 5 Chinese Brothers |
