Batavia by Midnight

Energy Prices make me want to run, not walk, away from fossel fuels! We threw in the towel and headed west, following the sunset... Dawn breaks slow on a Maine shoreline Salt air rising with the morning light One last breath of the life we’ve known Before we turn and drive away from home The north winds cut, and they don’t let go Politics harsh like the winds that blow The frost runs deep through the bones this year jacked Energy bills bring with it fear Costs hit hard, starts a fight or flight The fight keeps winning, stops the fire at night I’ve done the math, I’m done with strain power bill spending is like a steady rain It’s not defeat, it’s choosing truth Listening close to the needs of youth… …and age alike, the body knows time don’t stop, then it’s time to go We’re rising with the sun, leaving cold behind Chasing down a road that’s been on my mind From the coast of Maine to a western line With a heart that’s steady, and a borrowed time Through Massachusetts, where the turnpike calls I-90 west, car’s giving it all If we keep these wheels rolling on just right we’ll make it to Batavia before midnight Massachusetts comes like a passing dream Road flows smooth in a golden stream Coffee stop, it’s strong at a roadside stand Maps no more, app on phone in hand The miles unwind like a worn-out thread Thoughts of all that we’ve left unsaid But freedom hums in the engine’s tone Like a place out west, in the great unknown There’s a warmth we’re heading toward Not just the sun, but something more A gentler way to live and breathe A chance to live a little more stress free We’re rising with the sun, leaving cold behind Chasing down a road that’s been on my mind From the coast of Maine to a western line With a heart that’s steady, and a borrowed time Through Massachusetts, where the turnpike calls I-90 west, car’s giving it all If we keep these wheels rolling right we’ll be in Batavia New YORK by midnight We don’t always choose the way we go Sometimes life just lets you know When to hold… and when to release And trade the cold for a little peace We rose with the sun, left the cold behind Took a long, hard look and made up our mind There’s a road out there for every soul When the cost gets high and it takes its toll From the edge of Maine to the western light we drove our truth through the day and night And somewhere past the North East lights we found Batavia new York just before midnight Batavia lights in a midnight glow… And a warmer wind is felt as it begins to blow… The north winds cut, and they don’t let go Politics harsh like the winds we know Spring comes late, takes its time to show Warms up by June, but this year it came too slow … this year it came too slow….