Picacho Peak - Howe Gelb

I haven’t flown in my dreams

Since i was at least eleven

So now i sleep when i fly

Just to get even

I drive with no lights on

Whenever there’s a full moon

And tend to sing along with the radio on

When i don’t know the tune

I got one hand on the wheel

One’s holding my coffee

And am still holding the phone talking to you

Hope to remain so severely talented for another mile or two

I’m doing it now

In case he’s looking down on me

When i was a child

My daddy taught me how to steer with my knee

Since he left this world it hasn’t felt right

All the endless hours appear so finite

Here in the shadow

Of an old dead volcano

You could almost smell it

When the sulfur used to wreak

Havoc in the hammock

Swaying below picacho peak

(.. all together now)