Song Number 39

One of my better lyrics:

Fool's Gold Sky

Woke up on the wrong side of a prayer
Coffee cold and smoke hangin' in the air
Mirror shows a stranger in my eyes
Chasing ghosts beneath the same old skies
Radio spitting out a last refrain 
Every exit looks the same in the rain
Traded my dreams for dollars years ago
Now the highway’s all I got to show
 
Chorus
Under a fool’s gold sky I’m burning bright
Running towards tomorrow, running out of sight
Heart like a freight train, wheel’s on fire
Singing to the darkness, climb the wire
Fool’s gold sky—take me higher yeah
 
And she said forever, then she packed up her lies
Left me with the echoes and goodbyes
I keep her picture folded in my coat
Proof that some things hurt when they’re broke
Small town bars and big city lights
Every wrong turns feels almost right
One more tank, a  long goodbye
Still believe there’s a reason why
 
Chorus
 
No angels coming, no devil’s deal
Just miles of blacktop and the way I feel
If the morning finds me broken down the line
At least I went out swinging one last time
Radio is spitting out a last refrain 
Every exit looks the same in the rain
I traded my dreams for dollars years ago
Now the highway’s all I have to show

© Ray Cattie