This is song #31 in my attempt to write and share a new song every Monday in 2025. The prompt this week was “Vacation” To listen to the other 30 Songs (plus a few extras) CLICK HERE
I’d love to know what you think if you have time to listen. https://threadbarecreative.com/track/4394662/dashboard-altar-wildwood-week-31
The best vacations for me involve loading up for a long drive to somewhere wonderfully ordinary. Give me an audible book, coffee and some snacks and I’m good to go… wherever.
Fingerpicking is not my strong suit, so after countless takes, my fingers died, and I gave up doing anything but letting chords ring out in the chorus. Hopefully my poor playing doesn’t get in the way of the song.
LYRICS:
Verse 1
Never sailed up the Amalfi Coast; Haven't zip-lined in Costa Rica
or watched the sun in Santorini; or seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa
Mount Everest is way too tall; it's so expensive in Dubai
But I’ve been to Minnesota, north on Highway 29
Never sailed up the Amalfi Coast; Haven't zip-lined in Costa Rica
or watched the sun in Santorini; or seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa
Mount Everest is way too tall; it's so expensive in Dubai
But I’ve been to Minnesota, north on Highway 29
Verse 2
I’ve never seen the cherry blossoms that line the streets of Kyoto
Or gazed at rainbow northern lights dancing in the sky in Tromsø
No hot dogs up in Reykjavik, I haven’t skied the Highlands Bowl
But I’ve driven for twelve hours straight in my little Kia Soul
I’ve never seen the cherry blossoms that line the streets of Kyoto
Or gazed at rainbow northern lights dancing in the sky in Tromsø
No hot dogs up in Reykjavik, I haven’t skied the Highlands Bowl
But I’ve driven for twelve hours straight in my little Kia Soul
Chorus
I sit behind my dashboard altar
On cloth-covered bucket seats
Listening to Audible
And eating truck stop treats
I don’t need to go to Paris
or float down the river Seine
I just like the driving
It doesn’t matter where it ends
I sit behind my dashboard altar
On cloth-covered bucket seats
Listening to Audible
And eating truck stop treats
I don’t need to go to Paris
or float down the river Seine
I just like the driving
It doesn’t matter where it ends
Verse 3
I haven’t hiked to Machu Picchu; never snorkeled coral reefs
Off the coast of Zanzibar; I’ve never heard of the Maldives
I always thought that Patagonia was just a clothing brand
But I’ve been up to Lake Michigan; walked barefoot in the sand
I haven’t hiked to Machu Picchu; never snorkeled coral reefs
Off the coast of Zanzibar; I’ve never heard of the Maldives
I always thought that Patagonia was just a clothing brand
But I’ve been up to Lake Michigan; walked barefoot in the sand
Bridge
Road signs pray like rosaries; GPS speaks the liturgy
I don’t need a destination; I just need you and me
Road signs pray like rosaries; GPS speaks the liturgy
I don’t need a destination; I just need you and me
Final Chorus
Let's sit behind my dashboard altar
On cloth-covered bucket seats
Listening to Audible
And eating truck stop treats
We don’t need to go to Paris
or float down the river Seine
We just like the driving
So, let’s hit the road again
Let's sit behind my dashboard altar
On cloth-covered bucket seats
Listening to Audible
And eating truck stop treats
We don’t need to go to Paris
or float down the river Seine
We just like the driving
So, let’s hit the road again
Tag
We just like the driving
It doesn’t matter where it ends
We just like the driving
It doesn’t matter where it ends