Don’t drive too fast, but don’t drive too slow
I just want to memorize every street
And club and restaurant I know
Even the warehouses on Connely Street
Seem to have some sort of hold on me Even the young kids who are always
Wandering outside my street
Always laughing and yelling when I’m trying to sleep
I know I really blew it this time
And I know that everybody knows
My brother Gil, my brother Gil’s
Driving me down to Santiam
I can picture it right now in my mind
Being back at the house
With Frank sitting on the couch
And he’s fast asleep
An evening breeze is blowing by And the Highwaymen are playing quiet and low
And my brother Harry’s on the porch
Pacing and waiting, smoking old golds
Oh Gil, it’s my nerves this time that are bad
I’m only an hour away to a whole year in a half
And I’m so nervous
My brother Gil, my brother Gil’s
Driving me down to Santiam
I hope it all looks the same
I hope it all feels the same
When I get back home