Look, Doris

Look, Doris there's a train a-coming And it's headed straight for your head Listen, Doris to the whistle blowing And the lights are flashing red They're flashing red Not every crossing has a warning sign Not every sign has a right to be red It don't take no fortune teller Just to know you've got to lie where you've made your bed You've got to lie where you've made your bed, Doris You've got to lie where you've made your bed Listen Doris there's a car a-coming Gonna hit you from behind Listen, Doris to his wheels a-grinding As he swerves past the yellow line Past the yellow line Not every road leads to Heaven Doris And some drivers are blind Not every road has a shoulder, Doris And the fields that you pass may be filled with mines All those fields are filled with mines, Doris Oh the fields are filled with mines Everybody’s got a destination Everybody's got somewhere to go The going's easy But the coming home is slow... It’s so slow, Doris Oh comin’ home is slow... Look, Doris there's a train a-coming And it's headed straight for your head Listen, Doris to the whistle blowing And the lights are flashing red They're flashing red The lights are flashing red The lights are flashing red, Doris Flashing red.