Lyrics

Because: Bruce.....

Wreck on the Highway

Each night he goes out driving
Heading home at the end of a broadcast day
Maybe dines out on half of a chicken parm
Picks up his mail from Eric at The Palm
When he heads for home, he only knows one way

From DeSales he steers his Caddy on over
Then he takes Connecticut to Chevy Chase DC
When the rains tumbles down hard and cold
He calls to tell Michael but that's gotten so old
Mike says I love you dad, but I’m gonna block your calls one day

He bought the neighbors out who lived next door to one side
Dropped straight cash homey and sent them away
Then he offered it to Michael and his young wife
Liz looked him dead in the eye and said not on your life
I’m not living next door, nope, not gonna, no way

Each morn he wakes up in the darkness
Circles stuff in the paper while we all sleep
Prepares to do his show, where he owns the mike
Then he heads to the studio on Rockville Pike
And he talks to himself, reads out loud what all of the signs say