Tedeschi Trucks Band

Econo Lodge sign High On Its Pylon Best we can do For you Tedeschi Trucks To put a moon in the sky Over this interstate interchange Jammed with cars and a decrepit minor league hockey stadium Advertising the glory days and beer swigging of The Wings Glows over the deadbeat semis and construction cones Tearing apart I-94 between Chicago and Detroit Gleaming casino next city over Mocking us all by suggesting I’ll see you over here The last great guitar players and their dwindling fans In just a few more years Yes it’s 2024 And for good our children have left the house Its couches beds and kitchen table chairs Like unstraightened frames holding all our wall photographs Our dog doesn’t mind Wags his tail with the additional luxury choices For his many daytime naps My wife and I look for familiar friends Though we understand the band are total strangers During these glorious last 14 years together with us We don’t want to be creeps to Derek and Susan in love on stage Though we were the first to love them both up there I give a hearty wave anyway from the front seats And I think through the spotlights there’s a smile or wink returned to us The silhouettes As the two and their band watch one another Still mesmerized as they saw and sing the epic Shame And we the audience smash our hands and shake our tambourine heads How can the whole world not know more About this travelling family of musical magic? We know in our minds they’re the best band in the world On the scale of Zeppelin or the Stones in their prime But in the now And here they are Still looking good and cool and willing to share something better Kind enough to stop over Say hello Between Red Rocks and Milwaukee To this little rustbelt university town Stadium filled only three quarters of the way with 4000 people I’m sure a sop financially for somebody But the masterful musicianship we joyfully hear And we respond with whistles and cheers As good as anyplace As loud as ever Afterward Outdoors The Econo Lodge moon buzzes and blinks in our rearview mirror For our long drive home on I-94 Back to Lansing we go Chasing breadcrumbs the dotted lines Our hearts filled our ears ringing Through the quiet speeding dark.