Runnin' Toward the Light - Aaron West and The Roaring Twenties

I used to hate all my dad’s outlaw country bands

He’d play me when I was young

'Cause they’d lie through their teeth about the lives they lead

When all I wanted were honest songs

But now they’re anthems in the van

And we’re screaming them out on the highway

For good luck

In the bright blistering sun

Runnin' toward the light

On the shoulder of a dream

I’m singing in my sleep

Runnin' toward the light

I stagger through the streets

I sing it in my sleep

Cream fights through truck-stop coffee here in the quiet purple dawn

Last night we played another highway bar, for the first time they sang along

Spray paint a '20' up on the over pass

Like a blood pact for the drifters we’ve become

In the soft burgeoning sun

Runnin' toward the light

On the shoulder of a dream

I’m singing in my sleep

Runnin' toward the light

I stagger through the streets

I sing it in my sleep

This is for Rosa, and Catherine

And Mom and Dad

And this is for Robert, and Jesse

And the Thunderbird staff

I’m gonna make you proud of me

I’m gonna make you proud of me

I’m gonna make you proud of me

Runnin' toward the light

On the shoulder of a dream

I’m singing in my sleep

Runnin' toward the light

I stagger through the streets

I sing it in my sleep