Made it past the border to a town called Waterloo
Woke up on the side of the road, a parade was passing through
Our guitars slung across our backs our thumbs stretched in the wind
We were heading anywhere that wasn’t where we’d been
We made up stories of who we were and where we’re bound
Other times we were just ourselves as we hitched from town to town
At night you sang me songs that you wrote throughout the days
Of waitresses and truck drivers and old men needing change
Put a penny in the old man’s hat see what he has to say
Put a penny in the old man’s hat, today
On the northern shores of Lake Erie acres of tomato vines
You took a job out in the fields I worked on a piecemeal line
As tomatoes rolled by I snipped off the skins tossed ‘em to a bucket in my lap
For every bucket I filled they gave me some change for the old man’s hat
I had my 15th birthday with a crazy Canadian crowd
New friends around the campfire reading Kerouac out loud
They had a motorcycle clubhouse on the edge of town, lettin’ us call it home
It had a lumpy old mattress, a dozen mice and a hefty bag of homegrown
You sang to me, I sang to you
We learned about love and we learned to make do
The kindness of strangers opened the door to a big round world
And helped two wondering kids find their way home
We made ourselves a promise then that we would never grow old
Cause you can’t trust anyone over 30 that’s what we’d been told
You kept your promise in a fiery crash up north of Castle Point
Across the years and the weary miles sometimes I hear your voice