Road Trip (Look Away)
dry and scrubby windswept plain
very rarely blessed by rain old highway runnin’ right straight through what else would a highway do there beside the highway stands the tumbledown remnants of somebody’s grand plans an old broken billboard that once was new been fallin’ apart since nineteen sixty two bright yellow with red letters, now all faded like the heart of some old gambler, now broken and jaded once advertised a motel where you could stay on your wonderful journey cross the USA and the mountains beyond, the majestic mountains beyond they rise like some impossible dream roll roll roll your boat down the highway life is but a get-rich scheme little further down the road, little further cross the nation there beside that two lane highway two ghosts are locked in conversation some old tree and some old trailer abandoned by both god and man brought together here to play their parts in an accidental master plan so they stand there looking at each other beneath that blistering sun every day useless and forgotten, they stare at one another until they have to look away look away, look away look away, look away look away, look away look away . . . and now we’ve reached that blue Atlantic that golden Coney Island shore the place is just as empty as empty ever was ain‘t-no boats on these piers anymore but looky yonder there stands a plastic palm tree a vision of tropical bliss you wannna see the soul of America, man it don’t get no clearer than this so we've come to the end of the line ain't no further to go, and no more questions remain we got picture postcards to send out to the world purple mountain majesties and amber waves of grain look away, look away look away, look away look away, look away look away . . . Copyright Samm Bennett - all rights reserved back to Lyrics Table of Contents |
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