Said I’d be back by the time the sun sets. but all the mountains around me look more like silhouettes.
The longest road I’ve ever known has always been the last stretch that takes me back home.
So I take a deep breath and rub my eyes, I'm gonna take my time and make it home all right,
but there’s no way in hell I’m getting a motel tonight.
I’ll turn on the campus radio when I’m in range, until then I’ll drive in silence just for the change,
And wait to hear a voice other than my own come thru the atmospheric noise, and across the chrome,
As if my car were a tin can and the antenna were twine disappearing behind the mountain line,
but there’s no way in hell I’m getting a motel tonight.
You’re there at my house, half asleep on the couch. You know there’s an empty bed.
You’d rather wait, half awake, to be side-by-side instead.
So there’s no way in hell I’m getting a motel tonight.
All those road-side crosses scare the shit outta me. An accident could happen so easily.
No matter how carefully, keep it steady. I gotta get home before my eyes get heavy
on a road with no shoulder, no place to pull over, and not so much as a street light,
but there’s no way in hell I’m getting a hotel tonight.
Moody and moving, Good Good Blood’s “Son of a Gun” has a richness and breadth that belies its home-recording roots. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 30, 2017