I was thinking about all the highways I don't drive down no more, and all my old friends I don't see, and all the things we did together. You hate to see them go. And then there's the desert and when you pass that last chance Texaco.
Do you really want to know? Or do you want to keep on driving and chalk it up to murphy's law, the total depravity of inantimate things or just having to take a pee...
   There's no strategic oil reserve to back you up, nor any arsenal of good intensions. There's just the pitch black and the sound of the Mojave's midnight breath. And when you future ex-wife's cat bolts from your the car, (which is full of her stuff. Have you ever? well, my brother has, and I was standin' right there, yeah!) You figure you are screwed, but a cat is not so stupid and after about a minute and half in the desert, the back seat of that Datsun sure looks like home. Or maybe it'e vapor-lock on the 68 VW at 98 degrees...
       Well you can only skate in the same circle for so long before the ice breaks through.  And so there we go again, tempting fate, hoping we can make it to Kingman before the gas runs out.  Trying to make a good thing last.
And if I  coast into Cambridge with my foot on the clutch on some Tuesday night, it's unbelievable. Despite the malignity of matter and time; there we are playing Pancho and Lefty, Danger Man and Trouble Wheel. One Rose is with Sean on La Cienega Just Smiled and the other Rose is with Morrisey and Ry, so shy.  No remeber the Shy Five and and Sarah singing Am I Too Blue at the speed of the sound of lonliness with CC Rider, Chris and Joe.
                           Ah Tuesday night I hate to see you go...
At least we have the occasional Wednesday night like last week when we joined Ms. Polenzani in a basemant on Palmer st, and where we tested the limits of how many instruments and people you can stuff around a table. We had Dan Kellar helping out on fiddle way over one end; Ann Heaton, Jennifer Kimball and Rose Cousins in the heavenly choir over on the other side. When we weren't playing selections from "When the River Meets The Sea", Jen was taking us down to the Reedy River and Ann was showing us where your scar is...eew. There were the seven swans and and white daisys. If on One Love ( which is just four voices around a table and a dflat drone) a truck starts backing up in the alley behind the Passim stage. There is nothing to do but enjoy the wondrous roar that is this city, where the lullaby of Broadway meets the song of the stars. Remember I Was Young Once, and Sarsaparilla? Everybody switching chairs between songs like a do-si-do dance.
    Or was it the night before when we switched the bass and drum chairs on Born Again? It all blurs together in a beautiful mess,  Floppy (tulips) and oh Take Me Back. Rose Cousins forgot the words to You Can Dance so she just changed the verb. ..Oh la la! Which left me singing How Many More Times. How many more times can you put on that Raspberry beret and admit You Were Drunk? Who knows? But like Sean says: Don't stop now!  Just keep drivin' past that Texaco.
 And if we run out of gas?...We'll just see you when we get there. But we hate to see you go.