Lay Low - Gretchen Peters

It’s a good three hours to Aberdeen, and I’ve read all the magazines

And the jokes are all played out or wearin' thin

So I lie back and I close my eyes and I let that old sadness rise

And I listen to Hello In There again

And riding shotgun all the time, that melancholy ghost of mine

Plays Jesus to my lonely Joan of Arc

Together we go ridin' through the dark

I think I need to lay low for awhile

Stare at the Gulf of Mexico for awhile

Take it easy take it slow for awhile

I think I need to lay low

Tonight I’ll call to say hello, but your phone’s just gonna ring I know

I guess some things just cannot be undone

So I clutch this guitar to my chest and wonder just what I’ll have left

When all of this hard traveling’s finally done

You say I’m not who I used to be, that ain’t exactly news to me

That girl has long since cut and run

But baby I am not the only one

I think I need to lay low for awhile

Stare at the Gulf of Mexico for awhile

Tell 'em all where they can go for awhile

I think I need to lay low