Market Day

Ridin' in the van with pop

Takes 'bout everything you've got

White knuckles hold you down into your chair

He floors the gas, the world flies past

Sucking in half a gasp

A dust cloud and your ghost left far behind

Ridin' in the van with pop

Takes 'bout everything you've got

As he grinds the gearbox right through every gear

He finds the gear, foot to the floor

Eggs in the back are white with fear

As you count the odds of jumping out the door

Flyin' in the van with pop

Takes 'bout everything you've got

As he launches you down that country road

Up ahead you see a 'roo

Terrified, it flashes through

Pop brakes, but only once it's gone

Survivin' in the van with pop

Takes 'bout everything you've got

It'll shave a decade right out of your life

You get to town, God's mercy found

You're through the door, you stumble down

Back into the earth's so sweet embrace