Jamie Barnes - Games We Play on Road Trips lyrics

It's like jazz out on the highway Oncoming improv from truck quartets Blasting horns and lane changes and Miles and miles ahead Traffic time signatures go from 4/4 to 3/4 to 6/8 to 4/4 With our hands outside the window Catching and more and more the faster we go It's like blues here in the city Chords always change to I IV V Broken men with broken guitars With broken legs and broken hearts It's like folk out in the country It makes sense with all the crickets And all the open skies and the lullabies a nursing home of acoustic pretense