Road Trip - Lyrics - Wendy Bucklew

Wendy Bucklew is an American rock singer songwriter who became well known as part of the Atlanta folk rock scene, which she joined in 1988. She toured nationally and released four full-length CDs. Painting Sidewalks, her third and most popular release produced by DeDe Vogt, was in heavy rotation in several Americana stations in the U.S. and in Europe. When Clear Channel purchased virtually all Americana independent radio stations, her airplay was nearly eliminated overnight and replaced with top ten commercial music. A very private person, Bucklew was often conflicted about her pursuits in the music business. She continued to write songs as she had since she first began at the age of 6, but to date she has chosen to pursue her many other interests.

He's got one hand on the steering wheel The other's playing in the wind And he turns up that song he used to love But was always embarrassed to admit And he sings out loud and clear But only out here. He's passing up the fruit stands and tourist traps He saves his money for convenient-store coffee, smokes, and gas Knows a sure-fire way and has the will of his want He says, "This time things are gonna be different" "This time I'm gonna do as I pleases" He signals right on a random exit That ol' time warp came into view He said, "I'll have the 99-cent breakfast And coffee brewed to wake the dead" And hands back a sticky menu The waitress calls him "honey" My God, she must've worked here All her life And he started missing home 'Til he remembered why he'd left, Sat back and reset his sights And he wants The world to hold him like a baby Never treat him like a child He thinks his tears are some big secret The only one kept by the night Only at night So he picks a dream--any dream Follows it for a while then says, "It's just not me" "No, I'm not running. I'l well on my way" He still has her picture on his dash Yeah, that *** gave back his ring But every time he's near a pay phone he's tempted again He could call as just a friend, lift his voice and mask his pain But he won't give her the satisfaction No, he won't lower himself again. He says, "This time things are gonna be different" So he calls me collect about 12 am his time And he said that job fell through But there's another one across the line And I asked, already knowing, if he was okay And he said, "Yeah. It's just--sometimes..." So I hugged best I could with words And with a shrug in his voice that couldn't fool a stranger He finally got around to asking, "Did she ask about me?" I wish I could have said "yes".