Skip navigation

-written by Jeremy Gloff
-appears on The Box (2019)

THE LYRICS:
I am driving down the east coast
With my dad’s guitar
Made a stop in West Virginia
Sleeping in my car
He was a funny man – he was a legend
Still there are no tears

Cousin Kristie down in Charlotte
Remembering dirt roads
Got my step dad’s bow and arrow
A clock we used to own
He was a good man – another legend
Still there are no tears

Not sure who I am anymore
Feeling close to nothing
Whittled down to nothing
Driving south as Tori Amos sings
In a car of dead man’s things
On a highway in America
Somewhere in America

Through a tunnel in the mountains
To the Florida line
Getting close to my apartment
O.C.D. all the time
Numb and sex addicted
I’m feeling just fine
Always a flat line

Final stop in Alabama
Standing by the grave
Of the only one I’d die for
I’m leaving with his tapes
He could’ve changed the world
Still he was a legend
I felt him in that chair

Not sure who I am anymore
Feeling close to nothing
Whittled down to nothing
Driving east as Madonna sings
In a car of dead man’s things
On a highway in America
I’m somewhere in America