Anchors - Will Hoge

We left town in a borrowed car not sure just where to go

So we drove west on 40 straight into the glow

Of a pastel-colored sunset where no one really knows

If it’s sayin' «Boy, keep drivin'» or «Turn and go back home»

But you looked at me and I could see your mother in your eyes

I thought about the things she lost and how she always cries

And how your daddy tries to fight the truth with Bombay gin

And I knew we’d keep goin' to try to end up less like them

Oh, the sins of the father

Drag like anchors on the kid

Come on, let’s go a little farther

All the way to anywhere more than this

We hit Tulsa, Oklahoma on the third day of July

Got a cheap apartment to wait for firecracker skies

So we could celebrate rich old white, poor boys that died too young

What says «freedom» more than havin' a new place to be from

Oh, the sins of the father

Drag like anchors on the kid

Come on, let’s go a little farther

All the way to anywhere more than this

You get eight buck an hour to fix the hems on ladies' gowns

I go to school to learn computers and at night I work downtown

Servin' drinks to college kids whose daddies pay the bills

They ain’t seen the real world yet, and prob’ly never will

Oh, the sins of the father

Call like echoes to the kid

Come on, let’s go a little farther

All the way to anywhere more than this

Come on to anywhere more than this