Palo road, number 41
You said baby we missed the turn
It was way back there
And I said, yes, I think you're right
Its way back there, it's outta sight
And there ain't no getting back to there
There ain't no getting back to there.
And I said what should we do?
This ship is lost without a crew
And I see the rocks ahead
The storm is closing in
The wind's picked up, those clouds look grim
And I offered up a prayer
And I offered up a prayer.
If we can drive on through, I think that's
What we should do,
See if there's any better weather up ahead
It's true the eye is quiet and still
But love is such a bitter pill
To throw ourselves on the mercy of the storm
Throw ourselves on the mercy of the storm.
Palo Rd. number 41, your Captain's calling
There's something wrong
Breaker, breaker coming through in waves
Breaker breaker coming through in waves.
Coming past us the other way
A couple of campers and motorcyclists seemed to say
They didn't care much about the rain
I tried to warn them, sympathize
But they told me with their eyes
They weren't scared of the storm:
No, they didn't even see no storm!
Boots of Spanish leather on an iron hill
Taconite, liquor lumber mill
That's where buddy picked me up that day
I put myself on the side of the road
Retro longing, mother-over-load
But I couldn't find the words to say
No, I couldn't find much to say.
The road is blocked, no getting to the past
Time is moving far too fast
My eyes are growing pale
Impossible longing gold rush to rust
I want it all, it's much too much,
I want it all first touch to blush
I want it all Gold Rush to dust.
Highway boots, Gram's moody suit
The Bible belt at full pelt
The towns tumble out of place
Motoring into Aberdeen
The people I've passed, the deals I've seen
Going nowhere, traveling everywhere
Going nowhere, seeing everywhere.
It's the end of this line, not the end of the road
I've heard the bell, I dont dare ask for whom it tolls
The storm is still a-closing in.
I took his hand, he took my heart
I guess that's the way it always starts
He said every beginning is a little death
Yes, every new start is like a little death.
Palo Road number 41,
Your captain's calling there's something wrong
Breaker Breaker coming through in waves.
Breaker Breaker coming through in waves.
We'll do Aurora, just not today
Missed out Hibbing on the way
Highway 61 got in the way
Roll on, Palo Road.
