Runnin' Toward The Light

(álbum: Routine Maintenance - 2019)

I used to hate all my dad's outlaw country bands he'd play me when I was young
Cause they'd lie through their teeth about the lives they lead when all I wanted were honest songs
But now they're anthems in the van and we're screaming them out on highway for good luck
In the bright blistering sun

Running toward the light
On the shoulder of a dream
I'm singing in my sleep
Running toward the light
Stagger through the streets
I sing it in my sleep

Cream fights through truck stop coffee here in the quiet purple dawn
Last night we played another highway bar; for the first time they sang along
Spray-paint a twenty up on the overpass, like a blood pact for the drifters we've become
In the soft, burgeoning sun

Running toward the light
On the shoulder of a dream
I'm singing in my sleep
Running toward the light
Stagger through the streets
I sing it in my sleep

This is for Rosa and Catherine
And Mom and Dad
This is for Robert and Jesse
And Thunderbird staff
I'm gonna make you proud of me
I'm gonna make you proud of me
I'm gonna make you proud of me

Running toward the light
On the shoulder of a dream
I'm singing in my sleep
Running toward the light
Stagger through the streets
I sing it in my sleep