Backseat-Bryan John Appleby

[00:22.866]You were hiding in the backseat of my Lincoln [00:30.250]Underneath a blanket with your head against the door [00:36.376]And I was already halfway through Ohio [00:42.687]When I heard your soft voice singing to a song on the radio [01:12.489]Past our sleeping father a cold cigar lying at his feet [01:19.304]He was surrounded by his books down in the parlor [01:26.612]Filled with all the word [01:28.551]S that he had wanted us to read and know [01:48.855]But this is not an old American story [01:55.295]About the rugged men who came out from the east [02:01.983]And I am not some outlaw from the Badlands [02:08.607]Or a gambler running tables in New Orleans [02:15.798]So I put you on a bus back to Boston [02:21.926]With some money in your shoe for a meal [02:28.924]And I turn my car in the other direction [02:35.799]Just hoping that I hear a note from the backseat