Track 1 of the album Back Door Open · 2022
Forty-Eight Hours in a Brand New Town
“I sold the truck, kept the radio, and bought a bus ticket east. Forty-eight hours later I was a different man, or at least a different haircut.”
rock ballad · heartland rock · fresh-start song · 4:33
Lyrics
Sold the truck and kept the radio Bought a bus ticket east Fifty-five years old with a duffel bag And a heart that's learning to be least The city wakes up rushing I'm just sipping at my cup Nobody here has met me yet And I'm not giving up Take the first step slow Let the new town know Forty-eight hours in a brand new town Streetlights coming on as the sun goes down Don't know the corners, don't know the names But I'm not the man I was, and that's the game Forty-eight hours in a brand new town Hold on, hold on, I'm turning it around Rented a room above a bakery Smell of bread comes up the stairs A woman at the corner store Said, welcome, with no cares I walked the whole length of the river Counted bridges, counted lights Somewhere a window's burning Might as well be mine tonight Take the first step slow Let the new town know Forty-eight hours in a brand new town Streetlights coming on as the sun goes down Don't know the corners, don't know the names But I'm not the man I was, and that's the game Forty-eight hours in a brand new town Hold on, hold on, I'm turning it around Second chances don't come loud They come like morning bread A little warmth, a little work And a bed to rest your head Forty-eight hours in a brand new town Streetlights coming on as the sun goes down Don't know the corners, don't know the names But I'm not the man I was, and that's the game Forty-eight hours in a brand new town Hold on, hold on, I'm turning it around Brand new town I'm turning it around