Track 5 of the EP Flurries, Nothing Sticks · 2024
Fifty-Four and Starting Over in Tulsa
“Sold the old truck, kept the toolbox, left the key with a friend. Fifty-four is a fine age to start over somewhere flat.”
rock ballad · heartland rock · fresh-start song · 3:22
Lyrics
Sold the old truck, kept the tool box Left the key with a friend Bus ticket west with a paper sack And a feeling I might mend Rented a room over a pawn shop sign Neon buzzing blue Landlady said, you look like a man Who's got something left to do Fifty-four and starting over in Tulsa Nothing in my pockets but a little bit of grace Every road I ever drove led me to this doorway And I'm finally okay with this place Fifty-four and starting over in Tulsa Singing it slow with the sun on my face Got a job at the loading dock Mornings cold and gray Young kid showed me the forklift keys And I showed him how to stay Fifty-four and starting over in Tulsa Nothing in my pockets but a little bit of grace Every road I ever drove led me to this doorway And I'm finally okay with this place Fifty-four and starting over in Tulsa Singing it slow with the sun on my face I broke a few hearts, I burned a few bridges Drove too many miles in the dark But a second chance doesn't ask for a record Just a man with a spark Fifty-four and starting over in Tulsa Nothing in my pockets but a little bit of grace Every road I ever drove led me to this doorway And I'm finally okay with this place Fifty-four and starting over in Tulsa Singing it slow with the sun on my face Left the porch light on in my new front window Somebody might need it too