notes for my webpage:
listened to dar williams the honesty room on the way. track seven is
wonderful. i listened to it twice when my traveling companions toured a
rest stop. before i could even understand the words.
what do i hear when i say i hear the call of the road?
i think it started with driving
more speed, more deals, more sky, more wheels
more things to leave behind
now it's all in a day for the modern mind
and i am traveling
again
calling this a ghost town
and where is the heartland?
and i'm afraid, oh, was there any good reason that i had to go
when all I know is i can never come back.
traveling i made a friend
he had a trouble in his head
and all he could say's that he knew that the bottle drank the woman from
his bed
from his bed
he said 'im not gonna lose that way again'
but sober is just like driving, more joy, more dread,
someoneturns her head
and smiles and disappears
he's gotta take it like it is, and it goes too fast
and he is just like me, caught in-between, no sage advisor
does weary mean wiser?
and someday will i sing the mountains that carried me away away
from home and hometown boys like you?
yeah, but what about us?
was it really that bad?
oh it's hard to believe i want a highway roadstop
more than all the times we had,
on little dirt roads
what am i reaching for that's better than a hand to hold?
it really was about driving
not fame, not wealth, not driving away from myself
it's just myself drove away from me
and now i gotta get it back and it goes so fast,
so i am traveling
again
sitting at the all-nite,
picking up a pen
and I'm afraid, oh, was there any good reason that i had to go,
when all I know is I am all alone
again
and you are the ghost town,
and i am the heartland
and i can say, oh, that's a very good reason
that i had to go, but now all i know is i can never come back
and i will never go back.
