I drive a truck, it carries money
And everyday, I dream up my fantasies
Yesterday, I bought my beach house
A little place just off the coast of France
Everyday, I think of money
Everyday, I think of running
I love my truck, I love my family
Stacked in the back, the good life surrounds me
Could tie my right hand man
And put him some place
Then I'd ditch the truck
And buy a new face
Everyday, I think of money
Everyday, I think of someway
It can't buy you love
It can't give you a soul
Can pick you up
Can down you low
Can drag you out, of the hole
You dug
Yourself
Out of ... again
Sat in a truck, it carries convicts
My hands are bound, to the seat by handcuffs
Tomorrow, I'll maybe walk around the yard
Or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment
Everyday I think of money
Everyday I miss my family
| 1 | Maybe Tomorrow |
| 2 | Indian Summer |
| 3 | Dakota |
| 4 | Handbags And Gladrags |
| 5 | Mr. Writer |
| 6 | In a Moment |
| 7 | Just Looking |
| 8 | Best Of You |
| 9 | Superman |
| 10 | A Thousand Trees |