[00:57.00]He found himself waiting again.
[00:57.00]Out at the crossroads, out on the lam.
[00:57.00]This time not running, this time by right.
[00:57.00]A road-side hitcher waits for headlights.
[00:57.00]"The blues won't bring me down."
[00:57.00]That pick-up truck stopped."Where you headed, kid?"
[00:57.00]"Back to the boardwalk coast to fix the wrong I did."
[00:57.00]That old man would bring him just as far as he could.
[00:57.00]His hellhound sniffing out for a trace of any good.
[00:57.00]The hope he's chasing.
[00:57.00]The blues he carried are dead and buried.