Hurricane Blues

Now see me on the interstate, hear us in the hills
Turn my eyes away from all my love and I have killed
Be the second best, try to wash my face
Move from state to state until I've found my place
And we'll have to stay men until these little boys leave us alone
Go up to New York if they even let me in
Meet some funny faces, try to start again
Dish out cheap apologies to my younger self
Wait around like a junkyard dog till we take this off the shelf
Sit on wooden crates, watch the people passing till I gain my weight
Oh hurricane blues wash me free
Oh winds of the Gulf dry me clean
It's crystal clear I'm tired of cooking up all these same old schemes
I'd rather be a blurry face in someone else's dream
Walk down through the Quarter, have a beer in a Bourbon bar
Can't hear these thoughts what with the buskers and the cars
You said a song that made you sad was "Drift Away" by Dobie Gray
And I lost it, hurricane drift me away
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll