As you go out it's Independence Day
But instead I'll just pour myself a drink
It's got to be love, I've never felt this way
Oh baby, this one's from the heart

The shadows in the road look like a railroad track
I wonder if he's (ever) really comin' back
The moon's a yellow stain across the sky
Oh baby, this one's from the heart

(Maybe) And I'll go down to the corner and get a racin' form
(But) And I should probably wait here by the phone
And the brakes need adjustment on the convertible
Oh baby, this one's from the heart

The worm is climbin' the other color tree
Robin is back against the wall
Pour myself a double sympathy
Oh baby, this one's from the heart

Blonde's, brunettes, and redheads put their hammer down
(To put ) don't pound a cold chisel through my heart
But they were nothin' but apostrophes
O baby, this one's from the heart

I can't tell, is that a siren or a saxophone
But the roads get so slippery (when it rains)
I love you more than all these words can ever say
Oh baby, this one's from the heart

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Writer(s): TOM WAITS