On the Side of the Road

Got a flat I don’t know how long ago
And found a twenty on the side of the road
When a semi crossed the rumble strip
And blew my hat into a thickets grip
And I learned an open secret sewn into a mystery
Was waiting for me in the scrub and weeds

On the side of the road
The side of the road

I’ve walked the rails and the blue highways
The country roads and the interstates
And run my fingers up the inner thighs
Of the souls of all the things I find
Then I wash them holy and I leave them behind
In blue tarp lean-to votive candle lit shrines

On the side of the road
The side of the road

I’ve read the palms and the spent tea leaves
Of the tar snaked roads and scattered debris
And found they all said the same damn thing
From the borders frayed hem to the tip of Maine
But I never quite understood
What those manic patterns were going on and on and on about

Across the chest of a Barbie doll
The ink said, “For a good time call”
She gave me head and nine new holes
On a mattress in a dusty field
And left my with my jeans around my ankles
With the answer laughing at my fading soul

On the side of the road
The side of the road

The side of the road
On the side of the road

© 2019 Plaid Rain Music (BMI)