Passing Through - Owen Temple

WRITTEN BY: OWEN TEMPLE

Flickering lights mean distant towns
Rolling wheels make humming sounds
The full moon makes the night like day
A lonely road will make you feel this way
When the town square’s dark, the stoplights flash
A midnight diesel rolls on past
A northern front gives the air a chill
I loved you then and I always will

I just roll the windows down
Passing through your hometown

Up at the high school, there’s noone in sight
They won their game on Friday night
Now the lights are dark on the field of grass
Where the hometown kid caught the touchdown pass
Now the S.P. rail it makes a lonesome sound
It splits the air and it shakes the ground
Then it’s swallowed up in the morning still
I loved you then and I always will

I just roll the windows down
Passing through your hometown

On the edge of town, a store’s lit up bright
Gas pumps washed in flourescent light
The cashier nods and jerks awake
At eight AM, she says she’ll take her break
And now your town recedes in my rear view
I’ve no idea what became of you
The sun comes up on a distant hill
I loved you then and I love you still

I just roll the windows down
Passing through your hometown