Bethany Is A Truck
Drove trucks for eleven years and writes like someone with time to think and no radio
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 152
- key
- G major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.38
- vocal at
- 2.7s
- length
- 3:43
- language
- En
lyrics
(instrumental) Eleven years and four hundred thousand miles and one name I did not name her, a dispatcher did, in 2014, as an insult It stuck, and now she is Bethany, and I talk to her (talk to her) Not constantly. Just at the difficult junctions. And in Nebraska. Men do this and never mention it (never mention it) Every long-haul driver in America is in a relationship with a machine Bethany is a truck (is a truck) And she has heard more from me than my daughter has Bethany is a truck That is either very sad or just how it is On the fourteenth of December I am parking her outside a house And walking up a path I have not walked up since 2013 And Bethany will be at the kerb, idling, like a getaway car (getaway car) And I am not going to use her. That is the whole plan. I told my daughter the truck has a name. She said "of course she does." Of course she does. Eleven years. Of course. (drums return, gently) Bethany is a truck (is a truck) And she has heard more from me than my daughter has Bethany is a truck That is either very sad or just how it is (the fourteenth...)
