Henry Crook Bird - Thank You for Your Time Lyrics

Head to the bank, sign the dotted line
Mosey on home at no particular time
'Cause Saturday's a canvas you can paint as you please
Pastel impressionism washed in green
The blur of the evening, short and thick on my mind
Takes the edge off the heat of the pounding summer grind

Tomorrow morning I'll be headed out west
Choking on the valley air and swimming in sweat
Foot on the pedal, nothing tying me down
Still find myself on shaky ground
Your guess is as good as mine
So until we meet again, darling, thank you for your time

It's T minus twenty, I'm halfway over the state
A few short turns and I'll be parked at the gate
City veins are pumping hard pushing me through
Trapped in the rapids there ain't much one can do
My grandmother's voice fills the back of my head
Faded and gentle, like the low tide she said

When I was your age, I threw in the towel
Bought a flood-stained dive bar on the tired side of town
Left the girls with the key, let them wander the tracks
Married a tattered rag and seldom came back
I went and died young with plenty of patches to mend
And I think wherever you're at darling that you'll be fine in the end

I know tomorrow you'll be headed out west
Choking on the valley air and swimming in sweat
Foot on the pedal, nothing tying you down
Still finding yourself on shaky ground
Your guess is as good as mine
So until we meet again, darling, thank you for your time