Windshield from No Backtracking by Evan McCormick

We grew up inside a crowded den,
Fought for scraps but we were lighter then,

Then the storm of life, it came for us,
Side by side we ran but we grew up.

You told me to leave this run-down town
I wanted to but you’re fading now

You flew high, but you came down again
I couldn’t leave you between those men

Then I saw you at his funeral.
You said that you couldn’t run no more,

I gave you my keys through the window
We’re in this together now, let’s go.



Now we’re driving in the dead of night,
Row by row of cornfields pass us by.

Well I’d say that now my world is you
Your world’s gone to shit, I’ll have to do.

And we have no place to call our own,
I see you staring out the window

Looking out for somewhere that we can hide,
You’re so careful, just enjoy the ride.


And if a semi-truck should lay us low, at least we’ve found our home,
And if we should go up in fire and smoke, well there’s no better way to go,
Cuz if this steering wheel is all I hold, then I might just let go
And if this windshield shows me all my hope, then there’s no better way to go



Where we’re driving, darling, I don’t know,
I keep flipping through the radio
Looking for where there’s music and light,
Somewhere we can just escape this fight.

Four squinted eyes glance back at what we’ve done
What we’re chasing, what we’re running from.

But hold me and we’re floating here and now,
Even if we were to crash-land somehow,

And if a semi-truck should lay us low, at least we’ve found our home,
And if we should go up in fire and smoke, well there’s no better way to go,
Cuz if this steering wheel is all I hold, then I might just let go
And if this windshield shows me all my hope, then there’s no better way to go

• Acoustic
• Folk
• Rock
• bittersweet
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• Clinton