Ben Salter


Highway 61 Unvisited

I wish I'd been born on Highway 61
Then I could've been someone
But all I got was the A21
And a funny little chip upon my shoulder
Every day I would stand by the station
Waiting for some inspiration
But much to my consternation
The muses never once got off the train

And nothing stirred in the air, on the breeze
As I sat on the bench with my head on my knees
And I knew that I would have to leave
Yeah I knew that I would have to leave that place

I couldn't get to New York City
Or New Orleans more's the pity
But I saw a girl who looked so pretty
That I followed her down to Streatham on the bus

I got myself a nine to five
To keep me and that girl alive
We shacked up in 10 storey dive
And I threw my dreams and lyrics in the Thames

Pretty soon that girl said she couldn't stand
To be with a dreamless man
So she bought a ticket with Pan Am
And followed her heart and my best friend to the US of A

After 6 months I was looking leaner
And my landlord was getting meaner
So I jumped into a passing Cortina
And headed back down that road again

Well I can't sing and I can't dance
But if you give me half a chance
You won't need a second glance
To see that I'm singing from the bottom of my soul









Ben Salter
Ben Salter
Ben Salter
Ben Salter
Ben Salter
Ben Salter