©By Volker Heigelmann

Read the paper this mornin’, I did

Read those stories ’til I’m sick and righteous

You want a story

You want me to write a story

A story’s what you’ll get

Will it leave you breathless, oh breathless

Never thought it was

The way you claim

Can’t never seen to feel good around you

Is it fair?

Read Between the lines, between the lines

This mornin’, gasin’ up the truck