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On the Interstate
(Words and Music by Doug Hoekstra)
Bent in a booth, down in a diner
The trees and seas of North Carolina stretched out in front of me
She brought me coffee and a biscuit on the side
With a rag in her hand, she cleaned the counter
Fools on stools cast eyes upon her red and bleary souls
Tired of leavin their weariness at home
The glass on the window was speckled with paint
So I chipped at a piece of the interstate
Outside on the interstate
Where the rain was poundin down
A fella came in with a package and a slip
A gray-haired cashier signed for it, handed it to the girl
The other waitresses gathered like mother hens
She started to laugh, she started to cry
The years rolled away like a tear from her eye her cheeks were rosy red
I wanted to hold her, but she didnt even know my name
The glass on the window was speckled with paint
So I chipped at a piece of the interstate
Outside on the interstate
Where the rain was poundin down
The commotion died down and she went back to work
I dont think she said a single word. The pay phone rang and rang
Somebody laughed at an old cornball joke
I felt like a man in a terrible dream
Sittin alone among ten-thousand seats. I headed for the door
Its a shame these days how the interstates all look the same
So, I turned up my collar and dove into the rain
Splashin around on the interstate
Outside on the interstate
Where the rain was poundin down
Allison Chesley cello
Mark Fornek drums
Doug Hoekstra acoustic & electric guitars, lead & backing vocals
Jeff Kowalkowski cello score
Bill Murphy bass
Engineered by Brad Wood & Casey Rice, Idful Studios, Chicago IL
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