The Dangling Participles

Lyrics

"Driving Slow, Living Slower" (by Austin Kaufmann)

Driving slow, living even slower.
Got the radio tuned to the FM.
I've got half my belongings packed in the backseat,
And the other half's where I left 'em.

One door's busted, and she's a little rusted,
But she still gets from A to B.
Point A is Alpena, Point B Key West:
1400-some odd miles in between.

I started up north, at the top of the mitten.
It's been a good home, but for now that story's written.
And now I'm headed down south, to the bottom of it all,
If this old set of wheels can make the long haul.

'Cause it's a back-roads road-trip, hope-the-engine-don't-explode song...
It's a stop-every-fifty-miles, let-the-engine-rest-a-while song...
So sing-along:

Turn up the volume,
Roll down the windows,
‘Cause summer’s finally here.
Put your shades on
And put the top down.
It’s the best time of the year.

Turn up the volume,
Roll down the windows,
‘Cause summer’s finally here.
Kick your shoes off,
Let your hair down.
It’s the best time of the year.

Driving slow, living even slower.
Singing along with the FM.
No MP3s, no playlists, or CDs,
At the mercy of small town DJs.

Sleeping under the stars, playing little country bars,
Eating breakfasts in small town diners.
I've seen this country's good, bad, ugly, and divine:
But being on the road, there's nothin' finer.

I started up north, in the land of the Great Lakes,
Leavin' behind first loves and heartbreaks.
And now I'm headed down south, horizon's at my fingertips.
We'll see if this old set of wheels can make one last trip.

'Cause it's a back-roads road-trip, hope-the-engine-don't-explode song...
It's a '63-antique, tire's-got-a-slow-leak song...
So sing-along:

Turn up the volume,
Roll down the windows,
‘Cause summer’s finally here.
Put your shades on
And put the top down.
It’s the best time of the year.

Turn up the volume,
Roll down the windows,
‘Cause summer’s finally here.
Kick your shoes off,
Let your hair down.
It’s the best time of the year.