Last of the Better Days Ahead - Charlie Parr

Money can’t buy back that ʼ64 Falcon that you sold in your 20s and then

regretted it was gone

Because you thought it contained some meaning or some answers to a life that

you never bothered to question or even take a good close look at

And it broke your heart to see how it had been so important from the feeling of

the steering wheel to the rubber on the road and now it’s grown to unrealistic

proportions in your mind

Now you’re in your 50s why can’t you forget how the chrome bumpers shined in

the sun

If you could just go back even for a minute you could forget how you don’t ven

know what it was you’ve lost

Why do you always feel so empty in spit of all you have

Were those feelings you remember even real

And were they honestly about some junky old Falcon

Or any other thing that you could own

Because now it’s all so stale and you feel so very old

Like you’ve taken all your chances and tossed them all aside

For some stupid piece of metal like shiny bits of trash

That line the stolen nest of a greedy neighborhood crow

So you drive back to your hometown to visit with your past

But nothing looks the same anymore

Except you can see all that you squandered while you were shining all that

chrome

You were handed all you needed without cost

But you were too blind to see it and you took it all for granted

And now you wanna complain

Tell me just what was it that you’ve lost

And now you start to panic and your gas is running low

And you need to find some meaning before you’re stranded on the road

And when the engine finally dies near a soybean field at dusk

You just sit and watch the sunset turn the entire sky to rust

Turn the entire sky to rust

Turn the entire sky to rust