Dry Creek

Walking in a dry creek, dusty and deep
I don’t have no real place to go
So I’m heading for the horseyard where the dogs are asleep
And the grass has gotten too thick to grow

Well, my Daddy works for Santa Fe and listens to talk stations
If he isn’t working he’s asleep
And since Momma moved to Mexico it’s hard to pay attention
He don’t know the hours that I keep

Well there must be something better than this town
Something more than sitting
Making fires and watching the highway

Well there must be something bigger than this town
Long time waiting, dry creek wash me away
Dry creek wash me away

Mattresses and El Caminos
Old men and little girls
Don’t say where they’re going, but I know
Well I’m only just 11, but they promise me the world
If somebody asks me, yeah, I’ll go

‘Cause there must be something better than this town
Something more than sitting
Making fires and watching the highway

Well there must be something bigger than this town
Long time waiting, dry creek wash me away
Dry creek wash me away

Dry creek wash me away... wash me away ...
Walking in a dry creek... away,.. away... away...