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Minot to Bozeman

from A Brighter Light by Brook Pridemore

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I should have known you were trouble the first time you opened your mouth
But there is nothing east of Billings, and Billings is a hole in the ground
I drove from Minot to Bozeman, in one dotted line, all alone
I was searching for answers to things I couldn't work out at home
Yeah and you were the last black spot on my mind as I adjusted the mirrors
and shifted into drive and watched the Comstock flatline pass the horizon forever
If you pack my red box with five dozen quality jugs
I will drink them resounding and leave the returns on the rug
I drove from Minot to Bozeman, the sun beating hot on my skin
Cuz you hold me responsible now for things I might have said then
When I was running on fumes, and the Bonnie was so I took to guzzling white lightning
and ran for the Coast, and I prayed that separation would help us to get it together
I was dragged from a smarter fella's dream,
punched the clock until my hand began to bleed
And watched as a blanket of pure driven snow kept my actions in line
Me I'm still brandishing the sword
As a petty squabble spirals into war
Put your foot to the carpet, try to make it to the safehouse in time.
At a truck stop in Rocker, I picked at the scabs til they bled
And bashed penny arcade sized lumps in the sides of my head
I drove from Minot to Bozeman, I raised a dry fist to your health
Thought I was running from you, when I was running away from myself
With nothing but white paper lines on the sun, I adjusted the wipers and shifted
into run, but I know in my cockles, that nothing will ever get better

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from A Brighter Light, released March 17, 2009

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