We have journeyed through many so called "genres" thus far on this song-a-week adventure but what would a genre collection be without a good 'ol Celtic shanty? This song is about hitting the holy highway.
Title: The Highway
Length: 4:29
Contributions: Thank you to Michelle Dack, Nicole Monk, and Evan Westre for providing the necessary pub harmonies.
Lyrics:
Someone toss me naked into pools of vibrant colors,
Dye my dreams a shade of sun and marinate in melting moons.
Why must my home always feel one stretch of road away,
Someone toss me in that pool,
Someone send me on my way.
Because the highway holds my heart,
But these four walls hold my mind,
So I’m staring at the clock,
While dreaming of the time,
When I see this concrete border,
As just a dotted line,
And now I’m on the 101,
With nothing on my mind.
Yes I’m on the 101,
With nothing on my mind,
There’s only one thing that would keep me,
And she’s sitting by my side.
Nothing frozen calls me my soul sprints past landing pads,
I want to make my home in movement, build these walls with wind and dance.
My back is tired of strings though it’s I who pull them tight,
Someone toss me on the road,
Someone send me t’wards the light.
Because the highway holds my heart,
But these four walls hold my mind,
So I’m staring at the clock,
While dreaming of the time,
When I see this concrete border,
As just a dotted line,
And now I’m on the 101,
With nothing on my mind.
Yes I’m on the 101,
With nothing on my mind,
There’s only one thing that would keep me,
And she’s sitting by my side.
I know the mind’s machinery, I’ve spent years working those gears,
The push and pull of madness who’s method appears clear,
Now my face is streaked with oil and blood and the age that comes with fear,
Someone toss me out the door,
Someone get me out of here.
Because the highway holds my heart,
But these four walls hold my mind,
So I’m staring at the clock,
While dreaming of the time,
When I see this concrete border,
As just a dotted line,
And now I’m on the 101,
With nothing on my mind.
Yes I’m on the 101,
With nothing on my mind,
There’s only one thing that would keep me,
And she’s sitting by my side.
And what if this is nonsense or just the restlessness of time?
What if were swallowed by the highway and miss the gears of our mad mind?
What if every passion’s just a season and these leaves are looking dry,
Then someone turn this dream around,
Someone send us back tonight.
Because the highway holds my heart,
But these four walls hold my mind,
So I’m staring at the clock,
While dreaming of the time,
When I see this concrete border,
As just a dotted line,
And now I’m on the 101,
With nothing on my mind.
Yes I’m on the 101,
With nothing on my mind,
There’s only one thing that would keep me,
And she’s sitting by my side.
And let the other side of this yellow line be as sacred as it’s twin,
Who sends seekers in opposite directions only to meet within.
This is not a tightrope were walking on, the highways not that thin-
So why be fearful of a misstep,
When one can only step within.
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