Lyrics

Rusty El Camino
B. Gibson

80 miles of ragged road outside Mendocino
The sunny days are far behind this rusty El Camino
And here I’m in this woeful way deep in need of “shut eye”
Gleaning all the highway gold, whatever I can come by

These many years of runnin’ wild, marching to my drummers
Surf safaris long ago, dreams of endless summers
Roller coaster sputters as it chugs above the skyway
Thrown out at the plate again, tryin’ to pull the squeeze play

Chorus
Life’s a convoluted game
Toss my troubles to the rain
Fishing for my soul as if I was a child
Counting fence posts that remain

Your heart song’s novel to compose, sidle forth your fiery prose
Leave your mark along the way, it cares not what others say
Feed the furnace, reap the sheaves, forge your path, avoid the thieves
All the tea in London pails, to illustrate our own travails

Bottle rockets in the air, memories of county fairs
Autumn’s shadows in the wind, October notions sail again
Pipe dreams float in boyhood boats, fairy tales that passions wrote
Fools gold glows from wanderlust, epiphanies of angel dust

Chorus
Life’s a convoluted game
Toss my troubles to the rain
Fishing for my soul as if I was a child
Counting fence posts that remain