When you're young and you get jilted, you go on the road!
New Classic Rock!
Barry is an independent artist in Los Angeles, California with roots in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and a history of travel around the world and lives lived in San Diego, San Francisco and LA. These places and times inform his music with depth and authenticity.
A singer-songwriter with skills in guitar and bass, Barry records in his private studio with help from a few artists from his storied past.
Story behind the song
When you're young and get jilted, you go on the road!
Lyrics
Hittin the road, before I explode, Im dyin to go somewhere
(My) guitar and gear and a big premiere with the band at a county fair
A crowded bus, the seven of us, gigging up and down the state
A beat-up ride, Im bleary-eyed, and were partying way too late
Katie, I dont even know if youre tuning in
Maybe, come back around Ill see you again
Ive been playing, dues Im paying, people saying Im wasting time
Youve been hiding, dude abiding, downward sliding, Im not on your mind any more
(They say) I need a hit, I have to admit, that isnt my north star
Im one in a million but other millions are playing better guitar
Local bars, and broke down cars, battling the rain and the snow
A U-Haul trailer and old James Taylor, a vagabond on the road
Katie, I dont even know if youre tuning in
Maybe, if I make it big youll see me again
Ive been flying, occupying, still Im trying, (gotta) be thick skinned
Youve gone missing, been dismissing, Ive been pissing into the wind without you
With my guitar, Ive traveled far, there nothing left to say
I am a thousand miles away now, baby there aint no way
Interstates and Dire Straits, Im ten colors of blue
Ive taken a whirl with some roadhouse girls, so why am I thinking of you?
Katie, I dont even know if youre tuning in
Maybe the question is what Im feeling within
Too much thinking, too much drinking, Im done sinking into the blue
Saying my goodbyes, baby I wont cry, done being that guy, I am finished with
Katie, I dont even know if youre tuning in
Maybe, when I get on TV youll see me again
Ive been playing, dues Im paying, Im surveying the world on my own
Youve been hiding, dude abiding, downward sliding, but this bird has flown
