Two Lanes of Blacktop
This is a mostly autobiographical song about getting out of my mid-level management job in San Francisco and moving to Austin so that, in part, I’d write more music.
Two Lanes of Blacktop
Well, I got so tired of myself one day
I took a good life and just threw it away
Then I broke a window, and then I stole a car
Then I drove a thousand miles just to get to this bar
CHORUS:
Two lanes of blacktop
Two lanes of blacktop
Come on, baby, we could disappear
Down two lanes running down a highway near here.
Well I got so tired of my job one day
When I decided it just didn’t matter anyway
My boss said, “Hey, buddy, you won’t get far.”
And I said, “Fuck you, man.” – and I bought a red guitar
CHORUS
Well I got so tired of my exit sign
I thought I’d stay on and see the next one
And my home town vanished so god damned fast
Like the smoke out the barrel of a gun
Now I’m gonna keep on goin’ – ain’t never gonna stop
Now I’m gonna keep on goin’ – ain’t never gonna stop
Now I’m gonna keep on goin’ – ain’t never gonna stop
Now I’m gonna keep on goin’ – ain’t never gonna stop
Well I got so mad with myself one day
Just thinking about the time I had just pissed away
Ain’t nothing I can do but pull my face from the fog
And push the accelerator down until I see God.
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