Lyrics

Got my thumb out on the road
Just one bag upon my back
Nothin’ in this world gonna weigh my down
And the sun is shining pretty off the corn so green
Pressed against the clear blue sky

It takes my breath away sometimes
Knowing I’m so small
The things I thought were important then
I see now they don’t matter … they don’t matter at all

Got a ride out in Kansas
In rusted pickup truck
From a man talkin’ crazy ‘bout his lord.
He took me home and fed me and he let me rest my head
On a couch that was tattered and torn

It takes my breath away sometimes
How I prejudge this world
The things I thought I knew back then
I see now they don’t matter … they don’t matter at all

The rain is pouring down
From the brim of my hat
And my body is soaked right to the bone
Not a soul on this highway, not a ride to be found
But I am fine because I am at home

It takes my breath away sometimes
How we truly are alone
The things I held so close to me
I see now they don’t matter … they don’t matter at all

I’m standing on the west coast
Aint no more of this road
There’s nothing but the vastness of the sea
Is it the end of the journey or the start of a life
With a soul that’s finally free

It takes my breath away sometimes
How easy it can be
The things I thought were impossible then
I see now they don’t matter … they don’t matter at all

This is the debut album from Chris LaVancher!
credits
released May 29, 2012

Produced, engineered and mastered by Tom Eaton @ Universal Noise Storage, Newburyport, MA

All Songs written by Chris LaVancher 2012 BMI

Featuring Jake Armerding, John Curtis, Paul Kochanski, Tom Eaton & Esther Friedman

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