Roadhouse (EP)

Last touch lingers

Burning ghost of embrace

Highways, numbing

Leaving you has a taste

So, until we see again...

I'm a shadow on the run

Hiding from the sun

Out on the waves,

Got a bird's-eye view

I'm coming home soon

Even if its grey

To find a way to you,

So hold the rain for a few

For a few

Rewind, time grinds

Miles left to ride

All that's left now

Is ringing and the drive

So, until we see again...

I'm a shadow on the run

Hiding from the sun

Out on the waves,

Got a bird's-eye view

I'm coming home soon

Even if its grey

To find a way to you,

So hold the rain for a few

For a few

Gonna buy me a broke-down Bronco

From somewhere they don't salt the roads, salt the roads

Figure out what it is I need to know

To make that old thing go, gonna 'er go

Fix it up over ten years time

With my boys, by my side

Someday I'll do more than browse

Down at Carter's Vintage

Find a way to get my hands on

One of them brand-new old guitars, a brand-new old guitar

Once it's mine

Gonna play it all the time

With my band

By my side

Gonna drive that truck until it's rust

Gonna turn that guitar into dust

I don't care if you think I should

To Hell with well

Gonna love 'em good

Gonna love 'em good

Gonna drive that truck until it's rust

Gonna turn that guitar into dust

I don't care if you think I should

To Hell with well

Gonna love 'em good

Gonna love 'em good

I don't keep too many friends

But I keep well the ones I've got

I find it hard to pretend

That things are what they are not

But of all the things I've learned

Perhaps there's nothing more than this

Things can often get confused

When chasing happiness or bliss

'Cause it's a shame

It's a shame

How often, I've forgotten

It's a shame

How many days

I forgot to find myself in the warmth of the sun

It may be well that I am wrong

It's probably not for me to say

But I'm done with running round

To places I don't want to stay

But of all the things I've learned

Perhaps there's nothing more than this

Things can often get confused

When chasing happiness or bliss

But it's a shame

It's a shame

How often, I've forgotten

It's a shame

How many days

I forgot to find myself in the warmth of the sun

Missed a turn today

The road I found brought me back to yesterday

An old beat-up van that never ran

A boss I couldn't stand

Said I'm on my way

Despite those reasons that I should have stayed

Dreams in hand without a plan

Is a lonely time for a man

Much is made of times like these

Quitting work, rolling up your sleeve

In books and pictures, magazines

When people are telling how they found their dreams

But finding out what you believe

Is never as easy as it seems

I know better

Now

Took a chance that day

Tried not to hear what people had to say

They think they know but they don't know

Said I'm on my way

Pulled out on that street I'm on today

Dreams in hand without a plan

Is a lonely time for a man

Much is made of times like these

Quitting work, rolling up your sleeve

In books and pictures, magazines

When people are telling how they found their dreams

But finding out what you believe

Is never as easy as it seems

I know better

Now

Looking back now it may seem

I found my way with such ease

But I remember on days like these

Just what it took to find these dreams

It wasn't easy, like it seems

In books & pictures, magazine

But, I know I'm better

I know I'm better

Now

We'd stay up all night

On Gardner Avenue

Debating all the issues of the day

No agenda, not yet talking heads

Round-and-round until we'd forget where it was that we began

Some mornings you would win, some mornings left your ego bruised

But, what I wouldn't give

For the hope I used to find

In a case of Lion's Head

And folks of different minds

Because though we did not share opinions

We shared that American ideal

Of friends made over arguments and an early morning buzz

I need an early morning buzz

I learned the hard way

that a simple truth told quietly

Always works better than a rant

Somewhere along the line

We seem to have forgotten

The value in sometimes being wrong.

Some days you win, some days leave your ego bruised

But, what I wouldn't give

For the hope I used to find

In a case of Lion's Head

And folks of different minds

Because though we did not share opinions

We shared that American ideal

Of friends made over arguments and an early morning buzz

I need an early morning buzz

There's hope behind the bluster

Because though Main Street may not sell

It's built on folks like you and me

So when we're having trouble seeing the human for the politics

Gotta find a better way to disagree

Some mornings you would win, some mornings left your ego bruised

But, what I wouldn't give

For the hope I used to find

In a case of Lion's Head

And folks of different minds

Because though we did not share opinions

We shared that American ideal

Of friends made over arguments and an early morning buzz

I need an early morning buzz