Pop's Song from Dawn by Clay Rose

"Hey Son, how ya been?
I hear Los Angeles can turn boys to men"
"Yeah well, hey, Pop, you know, it's not quite like that.
It's more like they turn dreams into cold, hard facts.
And I feel like going home. I feel all alone."

Somewhere in Nebraska, a ghost of the Boss's harp blows
and somewhere on I-80, an 18 wheeler rolls.
And there's a little boy riding shotgun,
his Papa's listening' to Hoyte Axton
and they're trying to find the alphabet
in the license plates as they pass 'em

"And I miss you, I'm sorry I never tell you
but a man has an ego that won't let him say what he needs too,
like, 'I feel like comin' home' and, 'i feel all alone'
Well, I feel like comin' home."

• Americana
• Folk
• roots rock
• songwriter
• Boulder