[00:22.866]You were hiding in the backseat of my Lincoln
[00:30.250]Underneath a blanket with your head against the door
[00:36.376]And I was already halfway through Ohio
[00:42.687]When I heard your soft voice singing to a song on the radio
[01:12.489]Past our sleeping father a cold cigar lying at his feet
[01:19.304]He was surrounded by his books down in the parlor
[01:26.612]Filled with all the word
[01:28.551]S that he had wanted us to read and know
[01:48.855]But this is not an old American story
[01:55.295]About the rugged men who came out from the east
[02:01.983]And I am not some outlaw from the Badlands
[02:08.607]Or a gambler running tables in New Orleans
[02:15.798]So I put you on a bus back to Boston
[02:21.926]With some money in your shoe for a meal
[02:28.924]And I turn my car in the other direction
[02:35.799]Just hoping that I hear a note from the backseat