Rick BarryOn Our Way Home (From New England) Folk/Acoustic Rock/Americana

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from the EP, "This Antediluvian World" words and music by Rick Barry (C)Stupid American Songs, BMI.

This song was inspired by a conversation occurring on an night time drive from Connecticut to New Jersey

What’s the point of a midnight walk, Pay no attention to the stars, so many of ’em are dead or dieing That the night sky is one great black graveyard. And no, I don’t think I’m that smart. I’ll be the first to admit I don’t know shit about astronomy, I just like to hear myself talk And post-mortem starlight just looks better on me. Two generations of blue pill pres_c_r_i_p_tions, raised but not grown. And it makes me feel so damn old. And darling, we both know that I, I am not a suitable solution for your melancholy My words rarely incite a smile, I mean, if you want I will try, but lets speak honestly Two generations of satellite salvation via cellular phone And it makes me feel so damn old. So, what’s the point of a midnight walk, When the moon’s just a big rock, reflecting the light off those dead stars That fane immortality ever evening Yeah, why can’t we just let them rest in peace. Five generations, of petroleum addictions beneath a burning yellow sun. And it makes me feel so damn young. x