roman candle makes me want to run away

I know myself fairly well at this point. And I know that when I get this restless feeling in my heart, songs like One More Road from Roman Candle do nothing but make me want to throw all my money at gas and drive, drive, drive. This song got me on my walk home tonight, and put the scent of adventure in my nose.

Roman Candle is a band that made my end of the year compilation of splendor, and I guess I can safely recommend any track off their 2009 Oh Tall Tree in the Ear...but this one is my jam today.

What a perfect road song. It has just the right balance of reckless abandon and the sincere use of the big world outside of us to help us on the search of the infinite world inside of us.

One More Road- Roman Candle

Baby let's take a ride tonight,
just you and me and the dancehall light.
We'll ride out to Albuquerque and see
what's waiting there for you and me.

All of our friends have left this town
and there ain't no reason to stay around
unless you want to smoke weed and sit on the ground.
Honey it ain't for me.

Sometimes a whistling train will make me want to go.
Sometimes it's music playing on my radio.
Sometimes we gambled and the money never showed.
But everyplace we end up seems to lead to one more road

Let's ride on out to where the sand is white
and the moon is high on the windowlight
We'll watch while the nighttime sea is pearled
and walk outside and sleep on the world.

When the sun comes up on our car so brown
you'll look me up and I'll eye you down
and we'll be grateful to the bones we're not waking up
in the same old bed with the same old luck

Sometimes a whistling train is warning in advance
Sometimes it's music from another room by chance
Sometimes in spite of everything that we've endeared
The longer that we hang around the longer it gets weird.

Baby let's take a ride tonight
while the highway's got nobody in sight.
We'll pull off to the side if we get tired,
and we'll try to get fed or we'll try to get hired.

I've got no desire to run on forever
with a romanced hobo heart that tarries
but i'm going to take this slot machine by the lever
and hope that we pull down three big cherries.

I've walked the spanish steps across the streets of Rome.
We sat and listened while the old brown river flowed.
All trying to find connection looking for a home,
but every place we end up seems to lead to one more road.

Sometimes a whistling train will make me want to go,
Sometimes it's music playing on my radio.
Oh baby doll in spite of all that we've endeared,
the longer that we hang around the longer it gets weird.