Runnin' Toward The Light

Runnin' Toward The Light
I used to hate all my dad's outlaw country bands he'd play me when I was young
Cause they'd lie through their teeth about the lives they lead when all I wanted were honest songs
But now they're anthems in the van and we're screaming them out on highway for good luck
In the bright blistering sun

Runnin' toward the light
On the shoulder of a dream
I'm singing in my sleep
Runnin' toward the light
Stagger through the streets
I sing it in my sleep
Cream fights through the truck stop coffee here in quiet, purple dawn
Last night we played another highway bar; for the first time they sang along
Spray-paint a twenty up on the overpass, like a blood pact with the drifters we've become
In the soft, burgeoning sun
Runnin' toward the light
On the shoulder of a dream
I'm singing in my sleep
Runnin' toward the light
Stagger through the streets
I sing it in my sleep
This is for Rosa and Catherine
And Mom and Dad
This is for Robert and Jesse
And Thunderbird staff
I'm gonna make you proud of me
I'm gonna make you proud of me
I'm gonna make you proud of me
Runnin' toward the light
On the shoulder of a dream
I'm singing in my sleep
Runnin' toward the light
Stagger through the streets
I sing it in my sleep