Fred Gillen Jr.



Why can't the sun shine in Albany the only day I'm here
at home I imagine it is bright and clear
but I'm stuck here on this endless stretch of road
driving these endless miles and carrying this load
the rain falls down, I'm tired and I want to go home

home home home I couldn't wait to get away
shake off the dust that I pick up there each day
now the highway blends into the sky and I cry
and wish it would finally end
the rain falls down, I'm tired and I want to go home

I know I haven't got much time
I could wait it out at home or out here all alone
but either way the end is closing in
and I haven't even left a shadow to prove I stood in the light
the rain falls down, I'm tired and I want to go home

so I take flight from these hounds on my trail
and try to keep my distance from the sheriffs on my tail
and try not to think about tomorrow
I didn't know you could fit so much sorrow
in the driver's seat of a jeep
I;'m selling my precious hours so cheap
and not even getting any change
I must be deranged
I've got to be crazy

Posted Saturday, February 13th 2010


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