I started off at dawn with my whole world on my back
some change in my pocket, extra socks in my pack
I left so early so my old man wouldn't know
made it to the interstate through the ice and snow
I tried to hitch but no one would stop
so I trod on in silence as the snow filled my shoes
it's hard out here, I could die from this cold
but anything is better than the place that I called home

maybe I'll make it on down to kentucky
maybe I'll wind up in some town by the highway
flipping burgers or maybe pumping gas
I hope this look I'm taking at this town will be my last
taking my last look

I picked a town at random, one finger on a map
a name as good as any, and I started down the track
when no one knows your name you can be what you want
save enough for a Greyhound, then I'm gone
sometimes survival is the best you're gonna get
you can shoot for something better, strive and place your bets
but in the end when you're race has been run
it's happiness that matters, not the things you have owned

maybe I'll make it on down to kentucky
maybe I'll wind up in some town by the highway
flipping burgers or maybe pumping gas
I hope this look I'm taking at this town will be my last
taking my last look

Posted Saturday, February 13th 2010