Silas Crowe - Halfway Home Blues

Clock punches out, but I’m still inside, Hands smell of metal, heart smells of pride. Radio’s hummin’ a song I once knew, Static and sorrow, that’s all that gets through. I’m halfway home, and halfway gone, Too tired to stop, too broke to move on. Dreams in the rearview, debts in the chrome, Singin’ these halfway home blues alone. Got a coffee gone cold and a mind that won’t rest, Love’s a letter I never addressed. Ain’t found forgiveness, but I found a tune, And I blow through the harp like it’s talkin’ to the moon. I’m halfway home, and halfway gone, Too tired to stop, too broke to move on. Dreams in the rearview, debts in the chrome, Singin’ these halfway home blues alone. They say you can’t start over till you stop lookin’ back, But the road’s got a memory, and it don’t cut slack. Every town looks like the one I left behind, Same bar, same jukebox, same state of mind. I’m halfway home, and halfway gone, Too tired to stop, too broke to move on. Dreams in the rearview, debts in the chrome, Singin’ these halfway home blues alone. I’m halfway home, and halfway gone, Still hummin’ that same old song. Ain’t no heaven waitin’ at dawn, Just me, my harp, and the halfway home blues.