Part love song, part escape plan, this bittersweet road anthem insists that the only direction worth traveling is forward.

Lyrics

Sitting in the kitchen half past nine
Thrift store shoes and a bottle of wine
Two of a kind is what they say
Sad tomorrow can’t be today

Grab my coat
Get your hat
Take my hand, never look back
Hey, hey never look back

Salty little tears falling in your purse
Spend them like money when times get worse
Now and again I stayed away
Arm and arm I’m here to stay

Allemande, round that track
Take my hand, never look back
Hey, hey never look back

Out with the boys is where you’ve been
Say your singing those gospel hymns
Never really figured you a churchgoing type
You only came around when the fruit was ripe

When I move on
Don’t wear black
Take my hand, never look back
Hey, hey never look back

© Chris Clark 2015