Halfway
Tires and tubes for sale at a roadside Texaco
Dirt and gravel exchanged for paved asphalt
A hitcher hiking home hailing help with his thumb
In younger days someone would come
Coca-Cola at five cents a pop
Chevy and Buick, why not?
Horse gamblers, farriers wait and see
No one bets on Number Three
No one claims victory
No spoils, no crown, no king
But one of them leaps out from his seat
A portly man with what appears a confident grin
He leans over and whispers to me
"Look at all this fun. The plan of The Universe must be good."
A snapshot of America, colors bright
Here in a sleepy town in a tavern at the dividing line
Halfway between where I was and where I will be
Bottles of booze clang loudly to some
Clear as the day, the first breath of sun to me
A snapshot of America, black and white
Above a toilet in a tavern at the dividing line
Halfway between where I was and where I will be
Bottles of booze clang loudly to sound each empty drink
A snapshot of America, colors bright
Here in a sleepy town in a tavern at the dividing line
Halfway between where I was and where I will be
Bottles of booze clang loudly to some
Clear as the day, the first breath of sun to me
I know I am halfway between where I was and where I will be
Dirt and gravel exchanged for paved asphalt
A hitcher hiking home hailing help with his thumb
In younger days someone would come
Coca-Cola at five cents a pop
Chevy and Buick, why not?
Horse gamblers, farriers wait and see
No one bets on Number Three
No one claims victory
No spoils, no crown, no king
But one of them leaps out from his seat
A portly man with what appears a confident grin
He leans over and whispers to me
"Look at all this fun. The plan of The Universe must be good."
A snapshot of America, colors bright
Here in a sleepy town in a tavern at the dividing line
Halfway between where I was and where I will be
Bottles of booze clang loudly to some
Clear as the day, the first breath of sun to me
A snapshot of America, black and white
Above a toilet in a tavern at the dividing line
Halfway between where I was and where I will be
Bottles of booze clang loudly to sound each empty drink
A snapshot of America, colors bright
Here in a sleepy town in a tavern at the dividing line
Halfway between where I was and where I will be
Bottles of booze clang loudly to some
Clear as the day, the first breath of sun to me
I know I am halfway between where I was and where I will be
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Manning, Thomas David Rush
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