A song about reaching for your dreams, and how unnerving the effort can be.
AM - vocals, guitar
Words & music A. McKnight, ©1995 Waves of Mountains/Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
Driver, is this the bus that goes to Nashville, I’ve seen you drive through town, a couple dozen weekends now
Driver, one way ticket, no make it round trip, I bet you’ve seen a lot like me, with a guitar, and a pocket full of dreams
Verse 2
Driver, can we stop in some small town, so I can call my wife, let her know that we’re all right
and Driver, I hope God is riding with you, cause these Appalachian roads are dark, and there’s many miles to go
Chorus
Baby better leave the porch light on, don’t know how long I’ll be gone,
you know this business is all about, how Music City spits ‘em out
and makes you crazy
Verse 3
Driver, can I bum a cigarette, no thanks, I don’t smoke but just the same, it’d sure feel good in my veins
Driver, are those the lights there in the distance, those buildings sure look tall and I’m feeling mighty cold
Chorus
Lead
Verse 4
Darling, wake up, cause you’ve been dreaming, and talking in your sleep, tell me of these demons that you keep
Baby, how could I be such a fool, to think that I have this gift to turn music into gold
Chorus