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