Arthur Russell Follow

Well, I'm driving to town
But I'm on the same road
That took me back home
Put me on the road

Now I'm heading to nothing
'Cause it's no more fun
Going down through the pines
What I'm doing I did before

And that's all I see
Driving, driving sixteen miles
I'm looking for something
I don't want to do

Because my coming to town
It took me from you
Now I'm losing my taste
For the night life

Losing my taste for the night life
Losing my taste for the night life

Now I feel like an island
A man in a whorehouse
And I'm back again
I go back to the highway
I go back to the farmhouse

And the hills of grain
And I wonder at all
Where I would be
If I can't go and find you there

Well, I wondered so long
Where to find you and how
I go standing in
Where I am right now

Losing my taste for the night life
Losing my taste for the night life

Try it once if you need to
Come back and then
You can take it out on me
It's the same it could lead you

But all that is what two can do
And still be free
You've been gone such a long time
Now I know it's for real
And how sad or how good
And how I feel

Losing my taste for the night life
Losing my taste for the night life