Gas Giants
I was born in the shadow of a highway
and I grew up in the back of my daddy’s car
I fell in love with the Nevada roadside
lying, sleeping, while my daddy drove
It’s just six hours from the desert to the ocean
It’s a two day drive back to where my daddy’s found
He always looked to me like storm clouds forming
I always looked to him like rain was coming down
Four wheels
Two lives
One more last ride
Bury me in the grass darling
Bury me somewhere where my friends cannot see
Bury me in a gas giant
With my hands upon the wheel
On every highway that I ever wandered
Are the burned out shells of miles gone by
Weeds growing up through metal, just to remind us
That we all run out of gas sometime
Four wheels
Two lives
One more last ride
Bury me in the grass darling
Bury me somewhere where I cannot see
Bury me in a gas giant
With my hands upon the wheel
He taught me how to drive in that silver Pontiac
It stalled a couple of times close to home
Till I finally learned the secret of highway driving
“Just point it, son, and keep going”
Bury me in the grass darling
Bury me somewhere where my daddy cannot see
Bury me in a gas giant
With my hands upon the wheel
© Bob Hate 1997, 2003
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Lyrics submitted by wt pfefferle.