From the album Orphans & Relics (MP3)

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Lyrics

Orphans of the Past
© 2014 Nelson Wright

He cleared the Pennsylvania line one morning,
When the sun was up and the day was warming.
He found his road, and headed for the western shore.

There’s three thousand miles to take in stride,
There’s one good gal sitting by his side.
One good friend, game for anything in store.

Ain’t nothing in the rear-view holds him anymore,
He found his road, headed for the western shore.

In Shawnee there’s a sign on a wooden church,
Says, “Here’s the place to stop your search,
And take direction from the shepherd’s hand.”

With a pedal on the floor, a reason to believe,
His hand on the wheel, her heart on her sleeve,
They rolled on past, headed for the promised land.

Well all his benedictions are coming firsthand,
He’s found his road, they’re headed for the promised land.

Two more emigrants, on one more beaten path,
A pair of innocents, in fortune’s aftermath,
Orphans of the past.

In the high Mojave, with the windows down,
And the stereo up, there’s a restless sound,
That rolls across the desert like a movie score.

Every chord has a line,
And every passage has its time,
The road has a reason, that he won’t have to answer for.

There’s a friend by his side and a pedal on the floor,
The road has a reason, that he won’t have to answer for.

Two more emigrants, on one more beaten path,
A pair of innocents, in fortune’s aftermath,
Orphans of the past.