Lyrics:

He drives a truck and it makes time on his side
The water splashes from his flaps for miles
And 3 A.M. on the I-5 in the dark as he moves away, hey
Not much to do when you've got time on your side
You sit and think about your wasted life
I try to move, change things through and through
Why does your face grow so long, my dear?
And why did your hair grow so long this year?
Why does your face grow so long, my dear?
And why did your hair grow so long, so long this year?
And so long, so long this year
She's a dancer, when she dances, she is free
And three in the morning, the clouds rise in the east
To Frank Sinatra which her parents put on repeat
On repeat