From the recording Waiting To Arrive
©1999 Don Bray (SOCAN)
Guitar & vocal: Don Bray
Acoustic bass: Dick van Raadshooven
Mandolin: Bruce McDaniel
Harmony: Erin Benjamin
Lyrics
Rolling 'cross this nation
My only salvation
Is this rusty station wagon I'm alone
No one here beside me
Thinking they can guide me
Hoping they can hide me from these doubts I own
Mama ain't too happy that I'm gone
Daddy he's ecstatic
'Cause it's been too long
And me I'm only eighteen years
Running down the road
A vessel for some future that I can't behold
Going where the road lies
Severing all ties
Stopping off for french fries and a pack of beer
Chatting up the waitress
Try not to be graceless
Chances I have wasted are the things I fear
Mama ain't too happy that I'm gone
Daddy he's ecstatic
'Cause it's been too long
And me I'm only eighteen years
Running down the road
A vessel for some future that I can't behold
Flying by the fence posts
Going for the left coast
Thinking on the many ghosts I left behind
Using up my juices
Trying to find my muses
Trashing my excuses 'fore I change my mind
Mama ain't too happy that I'm gone
Daddy he's ecstatic
'Cause it's been too long
And me I'm only eighteen years
Running down the road
A vessel for some future that I can't behold
And me I'm only eighteen years
Running down the road
A vessel for some future that I can't behold