Son Of A Highway Daughter

(album: Dying Star - 2018)

I'm a son of a highway daughter
Born in gasoline
I traced the steps of my foolish father
And danced with the devil in Galilee
It was a cold winter, ice above the water
And nails stuck between my toes
So I pried out and I buried my doubt
And all the women along the road

And I went to Dublin county
Where I found God in a bottle of wine
And I headed up north thinking I did fine
And he worked, for peace of mind
Nobody sells that around here too much anymore

I woke up stoned with a bag of bones
Laying in my bed
She was breathing fire, I was a worn out tire
Trying to brush her ash outside of my head
It was an easy game, nothing in the chest
Needed something just a little more cold
So I traded her in for a bag of sin
And I headed on down the road

And I got lost in California
Where I'd been waiting on the days to rain
But I was looking to find any reason to hide
But no reason ever came
And all of the lonesome sounds of the streetlight
Pushing strangers along their way

That town kept calling me
That town kept calling me
That town kept calling me
But, that town kept calling me
That town kept calling me
That town kept calling me
That town kept calling me, yeah
Yeah, yeah

I'm a son of a highway daughter
Born in gasoline