lyrics
Old Road
Feels like we’re driving on the old road
Fields of grass calm bay below
Papa made his garden of seeds to sow
And we’re Sunday drivin’ to AM radio
Radio
Feels like we’re drivin’ on the dirt road
Ford Crown Vic
Dust on the dashboard
Playing eye spy as we bounce along
Can’t tune in Mama’s singin’ her song
Can you show me the way past the city lights
At the break of day we leave and
Press rewind
Can you show me the way past the turn pike
Set our clocks ahead but we’ll go back in time
Feels like we’re drivin’ on a summer’s night
Star spray sky
I think it’s Lite-Brite
Juddy’s fast asleep with dreams to sow
Daddy keeps watch to NB radio
Feels like we’re driving on the old road
One red light then Black Point road
Country air
Calm bay below
Little white house all aglow
Feels like we’re almost home
Past the screen door and into Nanny’s arms
Pat and Doug with jokes to tell
That train’s in the distance ringing it’s bell
Can you show me the way past the city lights
At the break of day we leave and
Press rewind
Can you show me the way past the turn pike
Set our clocks ahead but we’ll go back in time
Can you show me the way
Past reason and rhyme
And the pieces fit
Break the laws of time
Can you show me the way to a another day
Where the ones we love are here to stay
Feels like we’re drivin’ on the old road
Fields of grass, calm bay below
Papa made his garden with seeds to sow
And we’re Sunday drivin’ to AM radio
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Old Road,
released September 19, 2021
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