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.