Альбом Kevin Costner & Modern West

There's a freight train roaring through the dead of night
Heading straight for Yuma
I hear it every time it rolls through this town

It's one a.m. and I'm wide awake
Too hot for sleeping
Those wheels keep spinning 'round and 'round

Wheels keep spinning 'round and 'round
Me and that train covered lot of ground
I wish I may, I wish I might
It's gonna be another long hot night

Trucks are flying up and down I-10
I can hear them in the distance
Tired drivers trying to beat the heat

We used to drive with the headlights out
Moonlight on the highway
You were sleeping with your head in my lap

You were sleeping with your head in my lap
Life don't get much better than that
Hubcaps spinning in the light
It's gonna be another long hot night

How'd I let it get so wrong?
The days roll by but the nights drag on
Trying to find a way to get on track
But I'm spinning wheels, looking back
I'm just spinning wheels, looking back

Shots ring out in the middle of a dream
Car tires squealing
For a moment I wonder where I am

I'm right here in this little hot house
With no one beside me
I'm listening to the wobble of the ceiling fan

I'm listening to the wobble of the ceiling fan
I wish I were a better man
Gonna keep trying till I get it right
It's gonna be another long hot night

Long hot night, long hot night, long hot night

I've got a radio in my Chevrolet
Been playing rock and roll just to stay awake
I'm, I'm breathing desert air, I got windows down
I'm going anywhere, now I'm finally out

I'm 90 miles an hour down the highway, baby
I can't turn around
Ain't nothing left behind me
But the ghosts I'm leaving in the cold, cold ground

Well, some thing's kept me back since I was young
I thought the world was flat for way too long
I always dreamed about a brand new start
A new day in a new place, now I'm finally out

I'm 90 miles an hour down the highway, baby
I can't turn around
Ain't nothing left behind me
But the ghosts I'm leaving in the cold, cold ground

I'm 90 miles an hour down the highway, baby
I can't slow down
Ain't nothing left behind me
But the ghosts I'm leaving in the ground
In the ground, oh, in the ground

Well, I don't care where this long road ends
I'll drive right off the map just to start again

I'm 90 miles an hour down the highway, baby
I can't turn around
Ain't nothing left behind me
But the ghosts I'm leaving in the cold, cold ground

I'm 90 miles an hour down the highway, baby
I can't slow down
Ain't nothing left behind me
But the ghosts I'm leaving in the ground

90 miles an hour, 90 miles an hour

I can remember the places I stayed
Things that I did, the ways I behaved
The women I loved, the words that I said
Like a dream passing through

Causes I had, the corners I turned
The friends that I left and the bridges I burned
They were part of a place, a rhythm of life
That no longer will do

Hey man, what about you?
Something has happened to me
Has it happened to you?
To my own heart, I've tried to be true
Hey man, what about you?

Winding my way through the turns and the bends
I have been waiting for life to begin
For something to do, something to hold
That was bigger than I

Whatever I did, it was never enough
Wherever I stood, I was still out of touch
Like a man in the dark
Following sparks through an ebony sky

Hey man, what about you?
Something has happened to me
Has it happened to you?
To my own heart, I've tried to be true
Hey man, what about you?

Well, like it or not, I have come to this place
The past in my heart, the wind in my face
And a son who was born on the eve of a war
Of a reckless design

With my knees to the earth and my ear to the ground
What I thought was the truth was only a sound
Of a shot in the wind, the beginning, my friend
Of these desperate times

Hey man, what about you?
Something has happened to me
Has it happened to you?
And to my own heart, I have tried to be true
Hey man, hey man, hey man, what about you?
Hey man, hey man, hey man, what about you?

I feel like superman, flying over muddy rivers
Counting everything from one to 14
Over roads where them sunflowers grow
I can see from here to eternity

And I'll see you around, I'm gone, I'll see you around
I'll see you around, sometime in the sky, hey

I'm ninety miles from nowhere
Living in this dust bowl dirt
Baseball, buddy holly, black tennis shoes
Dirty old t-shirt

Streets carved out of caliche
Ace of spades in my bicycle spokes
Well, I can ride from here to Amarillo on my motorbike
It'll take me anywhere I want to go

And I'll see you around, I'm gone, I'll see you around
I'll see you around, sometime in the sky

Roll down the window of that family car
Wind comes rushing in
Take me back, yeah, thirty years ago
Say goodbye to my best friend

I never made it to Amarillo
Though I tried it just for kicks
The ace of spades, well, it must have broke
Somewhere along on old highway fifty six

So long goodbye and adios, I'm gonna miss this town
You stood there waving in the wind until I turned around
We laughed so hard, I thought I'd cry
Until the day I died

I feel like Superman, flying over muddy rivers
Counting everything from one to 14
Over roads where the sunflowers grow
I can see from here to eternity

I'll see you around, I'll see you around
I'll see you around sometime in the sky

I feel like Superman, I feel like Superman
I feel like Superman, I feel like Superman

Girl, I've seen you drift away to another place and time
And in those dreams you leave this old world behind
Yeah, I know how hard you've been trying
In a world that you just ain't buying

All your dreams, so far away now
Drifting off with the rest of your yesterdays, some how
Yeah, I know it's hard to keep on fighting
'Cause I'm a guy who gave up trying

Oh, no, just put 'em in your pocket
Don't lock 'em away
I know you think your heart can't take it
But there will come a new day

Never mind these old streets, these dusty avenues
Never mind the things they might say about you
They can talk but they can never ever hurt you
They can never take your dreams away from you

Someday you will be far from here
And all your troubles will have disappeared
When you go, girl, don't worry about me
Yeah, it's time now to set yourself free

Oh, no, just put 'em in your pocket
Don't lock 'em away
I know you think your heart can't take it
But there will come a new day

Oh, no, don't lock 'em away
Oh, no, don't lock 'em away

I heard a Spanish melody drifting along Nogales street
In the shadows the accordion man, now
Danced on the keys with his long brown hands
Playin' a song just for you and me
Down in Nogales

I put a dollar in his empty hat
Then we sat on a wall, scared off an old stray cat
Together we saw the clouds roll in from the Gulf of Mexico
The wind was singing and the sky was turning black
Down in Nogales

And in your hand, you were holding a flower you found
On the side of the road, you were twirling it 'round and around
And I, I was dreaming of you, seeing you smiling and laughing
And then the rain came down

Down in Nogales, the rain fell on the bright umbrellas
And the tombstones and the statues near the graveyard walls
Where the weeds grow and the raven calls

And the tall girl talking
In a long blue dress on her cell phone
Down in Nogales

And in your hand, you were holding a flower you found
On the side of the road, you were twirling it round and around
And I, I was dreaming of you

The way I remember your hair in the wind
Seeing you smiling and laughing
And then the rain came down, the rain came down
Oh, the rain came down again

Smoke screens day dreams all over you
blindfolds crossroads untold truths
soft white satin laying in the dirt
of all the people in this world why was it you hurt?

I had every intention
of bringing it to the light
I had a good reason
to wait till the time was right
I never cleared the air
like I had planned to do
but I had every intention to

Long shots teardrops on your cheeks
heartaches mistakes I didn't speak
sweet love stories I guess I blurred the words
I told you all about me but one thing you never heard

I had every intention
of making it up to you
I had a good reason
for straying so far from true
I never cleared the air
like I had planned to do
but I had every intention to

I got two little kids in a broke down car
On the side of the road, in view of the Texaco star
I spent all of my money on water and food
I got a Willie on the radio, he's singing those country blues

Well, I had a good job back in new Orleans
Once I was a citizen, now I'm a refugee
Can't go back, no, no, I can't move ahead
Tried to make a call but I can't
'Cause my god damned cellphone's dead

I'm just five minutes from America
I see it very clear
I'm just five minutes from America
But you can't get there from here

I gotta keep up with the Jones's, wherever they are
Had some real nice neighbors, had me a big back yard
Now I'm watching the world pass me by
Like I'm an immigrant on the move
Saw the roof of my house on the TV, sitting in my motel room

And I'm just five minutes from America
I see it very clear
I'm just five minutes from America
But you can't get there from here

Back down the road, a policeman smiled
Then he offered his hand
He said, welcome stranger
But you really can't stay here, man

On up ahead there's some opportunities
You can find 'em everywhere
Maybe go to Houston
There's a lot of you there

And I'm just five minutes from America
I see it very clear
I'm just five minutes from America
But you can't get there from here

Willie sang, blue eyes, crying in the rain
Down in Luchenbach Texas, ooh, they ain't feeling no pain
But in the back of my head, the waves still pound
When the levee broke, the music stopped
And the world was watching as hell came down

And I'm just five minutes from America
I see it very clear
I'm just five minutes from America
But you can't get there from here

And I wish I was back home, wish I was back home
And I wish I was back home, wish I was back home

There's a storm all across the land
Feel the thunder, shake the ground
I've seen people run for shelter
And there's no shelter to be found

Seems like this rain might last forever
And the night might never end
But I know enough to remember
The sun, it will rise again

Yeah, we're gonna be alright, my friend
Yeah, the sun, it will rise again

I had a dream while I was sleeping
Here beside this broken road
Felt like a man without a shadow on my back
And I'd run as far as I could go

Now I wake up in this darkness
Pray for daylight to touch our land
I hear the morning like a promise in my ear
The sun, it will rise again
Oh, the sun, it will rise again

Yeah, we're gonna be alright, my friend
Yeah, the sun, it will rise again
Yeah, we're gonna be alright, my friend
Yeah, the sun, it will rise, oh, it will rise again

It'll be alright, be alright, yeah
Yeah, sun, it will rise

Pontiac, Pontiac, out there in my backyard
Gonna fix it up, paint it red, gonna make that engine go
Chevrolet, Chevrolet, the Chevy, it ain't running
Tire's flat, this and that gonna make that engine go

They're all in my backyard, them old cars
I love every one that I get
Mixing gasoline with my NASCAR dreams
Oh, I'm gonna get one running yet
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'll get one running yet
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get one running yet

Ford car, Ford car, Ford car's all rusted
But that Ford car's my favorite car
Gonna make that engine go

Mercury now, Mercury, Mercury's got wings
She's on the blocks but with some borrowed parts
Bound to set her free

They're all in my backyard, them old cars
I love everyone I get
Mixing gasoline with my NASCAR dreams
Oh, I'm gonna get one running yet
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'll get one running yet
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get one running yet
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, I'll get one running yet

Dodges car's, fastest car, NASCAR's ever seen
I'll paint it petty blue
That's what I'll do just like 43

They're all in my backyard, them old cars
I love every one that I get
Mixing fast gasoline with my NASCAR dreams
Oh, I'm gonna get one running yet
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I'll get one running yet
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get one running yet
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'll get one running yet

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll get one running yet
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'll get one running yet

Take a walk down main street
have a look around
now look in all the windows
the empty buildings in this town
imagine all the people
who came and had to go
look for something better
in the dream on down the road

Chorus
You can't spend a dime in leland iowa
'cause every store in town's run out of luck
but you can spend a lot of time in leland iowa
living on a farm - working on your pickup truck

There used to be a diner
where everyone would go
and that building on the corner
used to be a picture show
you should've seen it in the summer
around the 4th of july
when fireworks and carnivals
were lightin' up the sky

I know people who have lived here
through a couple world wars
and their fathers like their fathers
were raising kids and growing corn
and like their friends around them
it's the only life they know
through the good times and the bad times
they will stay here even though

Don't have no penthouse in Dallas
No beach house in Malibu
Guess I'm not livin' the good life
Like we're all supposed to do

All I got's a little trailer
In the corner of this fancy sandy lot
And I'm getting really tired
Of hearing who I oughta be and hearing who I'm not

And I gotta get away, gotta get away
I don't want to be like this
Want to feel like this
Take what we can and run away
Gotta get away, gotta get away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

They tell you, you're too skinny
Tellin' you, you're too fat
Say you gotta buy this thing, Lord
Say you gotta have that

Been drinking too much coffee
Drinking way too much beer
Sittin' on my old couch, watching free TV
Tryin' to find a way and now to break on out of here

And I gotta get away, gotta get away
I don't want to be like this
Want to feel like this
Take what we can and run away
Gotta get away, gotta get away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Thumbs up, thumbs down
That's the rule that we're livin' by now
One day you're in, the next day you're not
One day you're cold, then the next year you're hot
Gotta be sexy I was come in first
Read it in the magazines, it's only getting worse

And I gotta get away, gotta get away
I don't want to be like this
Want to feel like this
Take what we can and run away
Gotta get away, gotta get away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, hoo, ooh, ooh, hoo
Ooh, hoo, ooh, ooh, hoo