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Song 1
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'Song 1'

"Playing In The Bronco"

© 2025 Joshua Gallagher. All rights reserved.

20 Years in the writing

6 months of production

Verse 1

I was playin’ in the Bronco,

tin cans for my toys

Mail stacked on the dashboard

No names for the boys

Sun slipping sideways

through the cracked window seam

And Mom said, “Wait here,”

like it meant anything.

Verse 2

I made engine sounds with my throat

Drove nowhere down the seat

No heat in the floorboards

Just the thud of my feet

The dash lights blinked like Christmas

in a house I'd never see

Five labels on the mail

But none belonged to me

Pre-Chorus

I asked, “Where are you, Mom?”

I said it out loud

I whispered to the upholstery

I screamed it at the clouds

MOM?

mom?

mommy come back?

be with me

mommy come back?

be with me

please stand someplace

someplace

that I can see?

Chorus

She walked the white line on the freeway

With headlights in her eyes

And the drunk never saw her

But he took her just the same

And now I live inside this Bronco

Like it’s got a goddamn name

I live inside this silence

And the silence knows my name

Verse 3

I made a seatbelt into a blanket

Made the glovebox into drawers

Heard the wolves of hunger

scratch beneath the doors

Mama’s scent was on the visor

For a week or maybe three

But time don’t run in circles

It just runs away from me

Chorus

She walked the white line on the freeway

Like it might lead her home

But the ghosts drive fast in this country

And they never ride alone

I live inside this Bronco

The world passed me by

I was three when I got older

I was three when I knew why

Bridge

They towed it once

To a junkyard grave

But I still feel her fingers

When I misbehave

Her voice is a smell

Her name is a fog

I keep her in the console

With a ketchup-stained log

Final Chorus

She walked that white line on the freeway

With headlights in her eyes

And I watched her fade through the window

While I stayed and learned to lie

Now I live inside this Bronco

Where the sky don't mean a thing

And if there’s a God that’s listening

Then let that fucker sing

Outro

Where are you, Mom?

Where are you, Mom?

Where are you, Mom?

Where are you, Mom?

Where are..

— AltCountry