Well I'm passed the boulevard
Out here underneath the stars
And I'm flying past these houses, farms and fields.
Leaving all I know back home.
Driving through the cold alone.
Holding on to nothing but the wheel
I've been trying to drive you off my mind.
O' Lately that way maybe we can
Leave it all behind.
Well I'm steering clear of the interstate.
I'm seeking out these old two lanes,
Trying to explain the way I feel.
When all at once it's half past three
And it's down to them trucks and me
And I'm holding on to nothing but the wheel
I've been trying to drive you off my mind.
Oh Lately that way maybe we can
Leave it all behind.
Well 41 rolls on an on.
Them headlights winding in the dark.
The sky is the color now of polished steel.
The only thing I know for sure
Is she don't want me anymore.
And I'm holding on to nothing.
Holding on to nothing.
Yes I'm holding onto nothing but the wheel.
credits
from Not A Nice Old Man,
released July 15, 2014
George Pratt - guitar & vocals
Will Michaels – guitar
Thom Scagliotti – bass
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