Story Behind The Song

From the Ray Harris album "Poorly Kept Secrets". Instrumental mixes, edits etc. available upon request

Song Description

Bass, guitar, drums, bluesy guitar riffs a la B.B. King, a little sprinkling of pedal steel guitar, make for a swampy, bluesy, groovy tune

Lyrics

Drove a thousand miles with the sun in my eyes
A great big ball of fire hanging low in the sky
Tell me I was born here but I really don't recall
I walk these streets from dusk to dawn and I felt nothing at all

What were you thinking?
It's a sun of a bitch
The mind that gets the wanders
And the feets that gets the itch
A good idea at the time but the mark sure got missed
Hindsight's twenty-twenty: it is what it is

Don't make a promise to a child you can't keep
Waters don't have to be still to run deep
My constant companions, these demons and ghosts
As I wander this world from pillar to post

Well you better get a move on, better get a move on now

Making do with what you got sometimes ain't enough
I remember all those hard times, I lived through all that stuff
Dysfunction, dis-entitlement, passed down through the years
Learn by by bad example, repetition and fear

Mothers, fathers, sons and daughters
Wicked never rest
Another place another time, the wicked never rest
Drove a thousand miles with the sun in my eyes
Home is where the heart is, that's just my reply


Don't make a promise to a child you can't keep
Waters don't have to be still to run deep
My constant companions, these demons and ghosts
As I wander this world from pillar to post

Well you better get a move on, better get a move on
Better get a move on now