Route 17 (r.davis)

I drove down south route 17
through the trailers and fields and the rusty machines
to a little town where we keep stealing
hideaway room in a little hotel
one more day we all know so well
one more night and then we'll be leaving

here we go under again
over my head gettin' under my skin
goin' out of my way too let you in
but you're not hearing
and it's under my feet under the dirt
under the skin beneath my shirt
in a little room at the top of the stairs
i'm disappearing

headed back north past the alibli lounge
the cottonfield sea and the sheet metal towns
to a double life that i've been leading
events of the past few days unfold
last night was so young and today's so old
it grows so cold as it's receding

here we go under again
over my head gettin' under my skin
goin' out of my way too let you in
but you're not hearing
and it's under my feet under the dirt
under the skin beneath my shirt
in a little room at the top of the stairs
i'm disappearing