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There's a girl in a TV station
firing up your imagination
selling things that you will never use
There's a man with an old guitar
never knew it would be so hard
to try to make a living playing blues
In the rush of a summer night
on a winter highway white
Everybody leaning on the horn
See the doctor the lawyer the whore
counting out one minute more
Eveybody's trying to get home
There's a cop on a lonely beat
in the rain and wind and sleet
to keep his wife and kids all safe and warm
And the farmers work ain't done
on a tractor sun to sun
they're on the breadline filling out a form
And the cook on the fast food mile
musters uo a smile
when he'd rather be in Paris playing 'bone
See the doctor the lawyer the whore
counting out one minute more
Everybody's trying to get home
there's a psychic down the block
with one eye on the clock
but her crystal ball can't help the time to fly
and the paper boy will dream
of a shiny fast machine
to race him to his piece of cherry pie
And the singer in the bar
didn't get too far
but wishes she could open for the Stones
See the doctor the lawyer the whore
counting out one minute more
Everybody's trying to get home
In the rush of a summer night
on a winter highway white
everybody reaching for the phone
See the doctore the lawyer the whore
counting out one minute more
Everybody's trying to get home
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