DRIVING THE BACK ROADS - Song Page
© words & music by Annie Wilson
from CD Sky & Water, Wind & Grass
Album Note: The exhilaration and freedom of a bunch of teenagers out driving on a summer night is coupled here with the imagery of moonlit back roads winding through the Flint Hills, as bewildered coyotes look on.
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LYRICS:
We were sailing the Flint Hills on winding back roads
We were young - it was summer - the night was our own
We yelled and we laughed and we howled at the sky
Out driving the back roads - our hearts full of fire
The air from the windows whipped in at our hair
It cooled our necks and our arms that were bare
We sang to-the radio - a true rebel choir
Out driving the back roads - our hearts full of fire
The cattle were skittish as we’d drive on by
The nighthawks awakened and flew to the sky
The coyotes were wond’rin and lifted their heads:
“Just more crazy humans – Let’s go back to bed”
The moon was our chaperone floating the sky
It sailed alongside us for mile after mile
Past hilltops and valleys and rows of barbed wire
Out driving the back roads - our hearts full of fire
That loyal moon cast down its silvery light
And painted our landscape in pure black and white
Each mile meant freedom - we didn’t care why
Out driving the back roads - our hearts full of fire
So we sailed cross the Flint Hills on winding back roads
We were young - it was summer - the night was our own
We yelled and we laughed and we howled at the sky
Out driving the back roads - our hearts full of fire