Thank you for your interest

(Peter Lastima)

A road song, possibly in need of a wistful country tune. The traveller comes to yet another town, yearns to say, but knows it is their fate to keep heading on down the road. This draws upon road-trips in America years ago - small towns, motels, bars - but could apply just as well to any of the three other continents across which I have made sporadic and poorly-planned expeditions.

Please note: This text is protected by copyright and may not be copied or used for other purposes - even in parts or in revised form - without the expressed permission by Premium Lyrics.

Select your license (10 out of 10 licenses still left)

License group 1: non-commercial use

License group 2: commercial use with limited right of reproduction

License group 3: commercial use with unlimited right of reproduction

Here you find more information about our Licensing models.

Add to cart Wishlist

Another evening on the road
Another little town, 
Another little episode, 
That wants to slow me down, 
I know that there’s a thousand things
That I could stay and do
But that would be meandering
And I’m just passing through, 

I’m sorry for my blindness
To all that I should see
But please don’t waste your kindness
On a wanderer like me, 
For I have promises to keep 
And no time to delay,
I only want to eat and sleep 
And then be on my way

Chorus: 
Thank you for your interest 
And the welcome at your door, 
But I’m not hanging round
So keep your guidebook in the drawer, 
I only want to talk about 
The town I just came through, 
I only want to hear about 
The town I’m going to. 

I catch the little glances 
As I’m parking up the car, 
Hospitable advances 
From the drinkers at the bar, 
There’s a pretty little steeple
Holding up the evening sky, 
And these are decent people, 
But I’m just passing by 

I know that there is history
Behind each windowsill, 
I know there must be mystery
High up here among the hills,
And I could drink and tarry
And hear a dozen tales, 
But they’d be more to carry
When I get back on the trail 

Chorus 

I was raised in a little place 
That looked a lot like this
And though I’ve kicked off every trace, 
There’s lots that I still miss, 
Looking out across these fields
Those memories are strong, 
And that is why I cannot yield 
And have to pass along,

I’ll take a corner table 
And I’ll sleep a quiet night,
And I’ll have left the stable  
Long before the morning light,
Don’t tell me that I ought to stay,
Don’t offer a reprieve,  
For if I stayed another day 
I know I’d never leave 

Chorus 
© Peter Lastima 2019