State Route 27

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I’ve been driving all night out on State Route 27
Slugging on a bottle of wine from the south hill 7-Eleven
And I’ve got Big Star blaring, eyes out for cops in the mirror
I turn off my headlights to get high from the fear

I don’t know where I’m going
Out here the world looks sedate
Cruising down the highway
In my dad’s old Chevrolet

Make my way past the hideout where the kids go to get high
Post Rocky Horror picture show, dressed up like Furtur’s Golden Boy
And I drive over twin bridges, still love the smell of my street
I’m homesick for a feeling that won’t quit me or retreat

Someday I think I’ll move back here
And buy a hosue for dirt cheap
Settle down, grow old and be dug
In the ground next to Dorothy and Pete

Nothing’s the same but this still feels just like home
Nothing’s the same but this still feels just like home
Nothing’s the same but this still feels just like home

I’ll haunt the bars with Nathan
We’ve been buds since thirteen
He’s still making me laugh
Until I can barely breathe

Someday this weight will be lifted
Someday I’ll finally sleep
Someday I’ll make some sense of it all
In this worn out driver’s seat

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from Heatherfield, released January 1, 2016

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