Lyrics: Kaitlin Dibble
Music: Jason Ricci/Brent Johnson/Bill Blok/Benny Piazza
The perfect pack
It comes down to that
The good spot
And the long drive
Where the wheels tore open
With the heater broken
We’re here for your second line
and I miss you in New Orleans
and I miss you in Maine
And I miss you when we hit the highway
And when we’re coming home again
I feel you in the high beams
In the rumble of the road
The painted over peep holes
The cheap motels
The long stories
We know too well
I miss you in New Orleans
& I miss you in Maine
& I miss you when we hit the highway
when we’re coming home again
13 hours John Perkins
13 more, I’ve got to drive
Under the city
And through the woods
Into the desert sky
13 hours John Perkins
13 more I’ve got to drive
Under the city
And through the woods
Into the West Virginia night
I miss you in New Orleans
And I miss you in Maine
And I miss you when we hit the highway
When we’re coming home again
13 hours John Perkins
13 more I’ve got to drive
Under the city
and through the woods
Into the desert sky
And I miss you in New ORLEANS
And I miss you in Maine
And I miss you when we hit the highway
And when we’re coming home again
As we go flying down the highway
Into Rougaroux country
Spit back somewhere
Outside of the city
Coming back to Chicago
Coyotes running all through Weiner circle
We go winding, winding around mountaintops
With a sheer drop off
We still make it
All through upstate New York
And the West Virginia haze
Across the Pontchartrain bridge 25 miles
Sea monster swimming along beside us
Through all this,
John Perkins
We’re taking you with us
In the rhythm of the road
Around, and around
The long way
The sleazy short cut
The Sam stops
The fluffy places we find us
13 hours John Perkins