Desert Flowers on Route 66
Album: Escaping from the Pale Moonlight
By: Sweet Wednesday
By: Sweet Wednesday
Duration
3:55
Genres
Description
Inspired by a traveler we met at a gas station on Route 66. Caught in the middle of the country, trying desperately to escape a bad situation, fragile as a milkweed puff, hope was just a whisper that she kept trying to catch.
Lyrics
It’s overcast today on Route 66 My stomach growls over the engine's roar Drove all night from Dallas to get away From my boyfriend who was just in jail Spent my last two hundred to pay for his bail So I stopped at Phillips 66 when my car would go no more Listen to my story before you walk out that door “Hey mister, I left my wallet at the last station And I got no money for food But I got friends in California And you know we’re cool So if you could spare just a little change Well, it’ll all add up A dollar every hour puts some fuel in the tank And some food in the glove.” So I stopped at Phillips 66 when my car would go no more Listen to my story before you walk out that door I was just a hundred miles from Orange County When the clerk said he was on to my scam He said, “You must leave this place Save your sob stories, I don’t give a damn.” So I pulled over at the next rest stop To pass the night As the last tank of gas fell through my engine Like sand through an hourglass Did you pass me on Route 66? I was walking by the road Picking desert flowers in the February cold 'Cuz I’m always on Route 66 A shadow passing in the night I’m still out there looking for that violet light
