State Route 27

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 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 Furter’s Golden Boy
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
Buy a house 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