Living In A Song

It’s two o’clock in the morning

My eyes are reefed but I’m still driving down the road

I’m headed for Nebraska

They like my latest song or so I’ve been told

I swear I’m getting old

I need to see the ocean

And my rod is begging for another yellow tail

I have to make the curtain

But my soul is begging for me just to sail away

Maybe another day

So I’m sleeping in this rest stop

There’s no motion in this road and it’s feeling wrong

But I know that I’ll be home again next month

And living in a song

The sound of loaded diesels

Passing in the night and going God knows where

I don’t know how they do it

Living in a land of solemn solitaire

Without a care

I need my lady ocean

You know I love the mountains but it’s not the same

And amber waves of autumn

Are beautiful but live a life that’s far to tame

Still I’m glad I came

So I’m sleeping in this rest stop

There’s no motion in this road and it’s feeling wrong

But I know that I’ll be home again next month

And living in a song

It’s two o’clock in the morning

You know I love the mountains but I’m feeling wrong

I know that I’ll be home again next month

living in a song

Saturday, March 29, 2008