Slow Walking Daddy

I wear a suit and, honey, I wear a tie —
yeah-yeah-yeah.
I’m gonna look good each and every day I say goodbye.
I love that highway, US 322 —
yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah… yeah…
Six miles south of Meadville, all bare cinderblocks,
sitting there is Moose Lodge 2505.
And outside there’s a sign that says,
«Good Cod Dinner, Fridays, $ 5.95»
«Good Steakeye Dinner, Saturdays, $ 5.95»
And it says, «Welcome.»
You are welcome…
…to the crazy green of the midsummer nowhere —
yeah-yeah-yeah.
Mr In-Between is showing up fair, four-square.
I love that highway, US 322 —
yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah… yeah…
And I saw stars in strange constellations,
trapped inside the blackness of neverending night,
seen thru the pearly luminescence of shatterproof glass,
framed by the wrong side of green velour and maybe it felt like home.
Maybe for just a little while.
I love that road, I love the way it yields to me.
It sorta breathes & whispers out my name — that’s how it feels.
I love that highway, US 322 —
yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah.