rollinboyo
Bluelighter
it's down gravel roads in empty towns
past the worn-out tires and lonely trailers
past the neon signs and frantic pit-bulls
far past all these American dead-ends
the frustrated farms and nowhere suburbs
where our dreams unraveled twenty years ago
where our tears dried out on prozac and methamphetamine
but if you can look a little further down the road
hit the gas and drive through the desolation
you'll find those old places in the backwoods
where men still stand on their own two feet
you'll hear the wood split and the fire crackle
you'll find the log cabins where Lincoln's are born
the wild rural lands where our spirit still lingers
on the frontier maybe you'll hope once more
think that there's still a chance in the new world
then you'll turn around and start driving back
your tires hit asphalt and it all fades black
those gravel roads disappear again
and a billboard screams at you
past the worn-out tires and lonely trailers
past the neon signs and frantic pit-bulls
far past all these American dead-ends
the frustrated farms and nowhere suburbs
where our dreams unraveled twenty years ago
where our tears dried out on prozac and methamphetamine
but if you can look a little further down the road
hit the gas and drive through the desolation
you'll find those old places in the backwoods
where men still stand on their own two feet
you'll hear the wood split and the fire crackle
you'll find the log cabins where Lincoln's are born
the wild rural lands where our spirit still lingers
on the frontier maybe you'll hope once more
think that there's still a chance in the new world
then you'll turn around and start driving back
your tires hit asphalt and it all fades black
those gravel roads disappear again
and a billboard screams at you
