Grand Rapids

Leaving by the first light of another day to get by
And find a way to send the checks in soon
The road is out before me, everything I love behind me
Just 300 miles and an empty motel room
I’ve seen these four lanes so often
They come back to me in my dreams
The streets in Grand Rapids have forgotten
But I remember selling in between
So I take apart the steel racks, and take them out
From the back of the van, to and from the showroom lights
I’m calling on a payphone, to tell you that I’m here now
And don’t worry, because today I feel alright
And I know that Tuesday is his birthday
I’ll make it back if I have to drive all night
Don’t worry about me out on the highway
Sometimes I feel like I’ve been driving my whole life
I’m a salesman, I’m a salesman
Driving everywhere I go
I’m a salesman, I’m a salesman
Selling my way back home
To you
Driving east into the night, and through the rain
The highway lights the way back to the city and your arms
The emptiness is taken up by the radio that’s breaking up
But I am here to finish every song
And I know that the bills are piling high
And how I hate to be so far away
But I promise you I’ll make it home tonight
And I know that you and I will find a way
Because I look for you, I look for you
In the static, and the mile marker signs
Because I look for you, I look for you
In every headlight passing by
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad
I’m going to wake the boys when I arrive
I’m a salesman, I’m a salesman
Driving everywhere I go
I’m a salesman, I’m a salesman
Selling my way back home
To you