Lyric Under The Volcano

Flew into existence, just a sweet bird of youth.
Hugged my friends on the pavement,
Hid my dreams on the roof.
Wrapped in a blanket from the national health.
It isn t money but then what is wealth?

My dad he left me back in 56,
The moon got tilted and the sadness was mixed.
My mother loved me, but she couldn t do much,
She brought her kids up in a rabbit hutch.
Well it feels all right,
Wish it felt good every night.

Chuck Berry riffing drove me into my teens,
The way I swaggered it was pure James Dean.
In Indo China things were getting hot,
I found the answer on a used car lot.

The sun gets murdered as we hold back the night,
The road s a river, but it feels alright.
Route signals flashing and the border s gone,
I m rolling southward to a Maggie Bell song.