Track 7 of the album Last Light on 40 · 2020
Itchy Feet and an Open Tank
“Fifteen years in the same front room with a dent in the same chair is how a man talks himself into staying. This is the song that talks him out of it.”
slow rock · heartland rock · anthem · 4:12
Lyrics
Fifteen years in the same front room Same dent in the same old chair I'm staring at the ceiling fan going round and round Like it knows something I can't bear The coffee's gone cold on the counter The map's got a coffee ring There's a pull in my boots and a hum in my chest And the highway's starting to sing I got itchy feet and an open tank A full moon and a long white line I can't sit still when the engine's calling Every mile marker says you're mine I'm not running from a thing I'm running toward the morning Itchy feet and an open tank Lord, I'm done with waiting for a sign Mama says it's in the blood, boy Your granddad never could stay He'd leave a note on the kitchen table And be three states gone by day But he always came back with a story And a pocket full of rain So I'll call you from the next town over And I'll tell you what I've gained I got itchy feet and an open tank A full moon and a long white line I can't sit still when the engine's calling Every mile marker says you're mine I'm not running from a thing I'm running toward the morning Itchy feet and an open tank Lord, I'm done with waiting for a sign Maybe home is a moving thing Maybe it rides along Maybe it's a song on the radio When the night runs long I got itchy feet and an open tank A full moon and a long white line I can't sit still when the engine's calling Every mile marker says you're mine I'm not running from a thing I'm running toward the morning Itchy feet and an open tank Lord, I'm done with waiting for a sign Done with waiting for a sign