Runnin' Toward the Light

I used to hate all my dad's outlaw country bands
 He'd play me when I was young
 'Cause they'd lie through their teeth about the lives
 They lead when all I wanted were honest songs
 But now they're anthems in the van
 And we're screaming them out on highway
 For good luck in the bright blistering sun
 Runnin' toward the light on the shoulder of a dream
 I'm singing in my sleep
 Runnin' toward the light
 Stagger through the streets
 I sing it in my sleep
 Cream fights through the truck stop coffee here in quiet, purple dawn
 Last night we played another highway
 Bar, for the first time they sang along
 Spray-paint a twenty up on the overpass,
 Like a blood pact with the drifters
 We've become in the soft, burgeoning sun
 This is for Rosa and Catherine and Mom and Dad
 This is for Robert and Jesse and Thunderbird staff
 I'm gonna make you proud of me
 I'm gonna make you proud of me
 I'm gonna make you proud of me