Great Unknown


By Mark Merritt, Earl Musick & Roy Robinson


Car broke down on the side of the road
Walked a mile and half in the driving snow
Caught the Greyhound to Tupelo
A good a place as any, I suppose...

Got no plans to ever go back,
I made damn sure that I covered my tracks.
I ain't running from a broken heart,
Just hunting for a place to make a brand new start.

Rolled out the station twelve-o-five,
Drizzling rain, and it's dark outside.
Some ol' boy about five foot wide,
Sat across the aisle, said his name was "Clyde."

East is east and west is best,
I'll be headed up north I guess.
Sun's coming up, clouds rolling back,
Leaned against the window, my head on my pack.

(Chorus)
It's all happened to us a time or two,
It ain't what you say, rather what you do.
Riding this bus all alone,
Headed out for the Great Unknown.

Rest stop Nashville, I never got off.
Enough souls there already lost.
Figured that's where my bag got tossed.
Now I only got, what the ticket cost.

Maybe I'll try to look up Daddy,
Last I heard he's around Cincinnati
The mere thought of him starts my teeth a-grinding
That son-of-a-bitch, ain't worth a finding.

It's gotta be a situation where I fit
I hope it's where this trip quits.
I gotta melody with some words for it,
The chords never rang true, so here I sit.

I'm pretty sure the conservative media
Are the ones who wrote the encyclopedia.
There's five hundred pages on the rapture
And they left out my whole chapter

(Chorus)