Pickup

Song about an imagined hitchhiker character, with a play on the word ‘pickup.’

Pickup

You forgot to put your blinker on before you turned from me

I was following your every move, full of foolish glee

Oh the pickup was so nice to have, when fog was rolling through

But I’ll never get to say nice knowing you 

When you took off without warning there was dust thrown in my eyes

And it left me here to wonder why our hearts dress in disguise

There were moments where I felt that what we had was something real 

‘Til you went ahead and turned the steering wheel

Now I’ll pick up where I left off, I don’t care about the rain 

There’s another town to thumb to where the folks don’t know my name 

I might think about you once or twice while drinking at the bar

But I won’t let my mind wander too far 

There’s a pickup with a promise 

There’s a narrow road to weave

There’s an ever doubting Thomas

There’s a trick up someone’s sleeve 

And it’s all communication

And it’s all misunderstood 

When that pick me up sensation’s gone for good