Driving Song
Widespread Panic Lyrics


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The leaves seen through my window pane
Remind me that it's time to move my life again
November sun is felt by none
A chilly breeze has blown my thoughts to what's to come
A cup of warm coffee, some vitamin see
A bowl for the cat, a bowl for the dog, a bowl for me
Choose my bluest tape and unlock my car
An honest tune with a lingering lead has taken me this far

On the edge of the porch in the warm evening night
Throwing the bone for the dog I see two passing lights
Well, I wonder where that driver's bound
Is there someone, somewhere, someway out there that I've not found
A touch of smoke ain't what it seems
Dust and sunshine can also make my eyes look mean




But there's a brown cat sleeping through this day's show
Toppin' off the woodpile, breathing slow

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Widespread Panic's "Driving Song" describe a sense of restlessness and longing to move on to the next phase of life. The singer is reminded of this as they look out their window and see the changing colors of the leaves. There is a sense of detachment from the world around them as they describe feeling the chilly breeze of November without anyone else sharing in that experience. The mundane tasks of feeding the pets and making a cup of coffee seem like necessary steps to prepare for the journey ahead. Music is central to this journey, as the singer chooses "the bluest tape" and unlocks their car. The phrase "an honest tune with a lingering lead" suggests that the music they are listening to is authentic and has a lasting impact on them.


Later in the song, the singer is outside on their porch, throwing a bone for their dog. They see two passing lights, and wonder where the driver is headed. There is a sense of loneliness and searching for connection, as they ask if there is someone, somewhere that they have not yet found. The touch of smoke and dust reminds them of the impermanence of life, but there is also a peacefulness in watching the brown cat sleeping through the day's events. The final image of topping off the woodpile and breathing slow suggests a sense of groundedness and readiness for whatever comes next.


Line by Line Meaning

The leaves seen through my window pane
I am reminded through the window that it is time to make another move in my life


Remind me that it's time to move my life again
The sight of the leaves outside triggers the realization that it's time to change things up


November sun is felt by none
The weather is not sunny and warm, but rather chilly and somber


A chilly breeze has blown my thoughts to what's to come
The cool wind outside has me thinking about the future


A cup of warm coffee, some vitamin see
To start the day, I have a hot cup of coffee and take a vitamin C supplement


A bowl for the cat, a bowl for the dog, a bowl for me
I prepare breakfast for my pets and myself


Choose my bluest tape and unlock my car
I pick out my favorite cassette tape and unlock my car to start the day's journey


An honest tune with a lingering lead has taken me this far
I have come a long way thanks to the inspiration from honest music


On the edge of the porch in the warm evening night
I'm sitting on the porch during a pleasant summer evening


Throwing the bone for the dog I see two passing lights
While playing fetch with my dog, I notice two headlights passing by


Well, I wonder where that driver's bound
I briefly ponder the destination of the driver in the passing car


Is there someone, somewhere, someway out there that I've not found
I wonder if there are any people, places or opportunities out there waiting for me to discover


A touch of smoke ain't what it seems
Smoke or mist may not necessarily indicate danger, it could just be an optical illusion


Dust and sunshine can also make my eyes look mean
Bright sunlight and dusty air may become irritating and cause my eyes to appear angry


But there's a brown cat sleeping through this day's show
While everything else is going on around me, my brown cat is quietly sleeping


Toppin' off the woodpile, breathing slow
I take a moment to slowly breathe in the fresh evening air while stacking wood onto the pile




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: DAVID A. SCHOOLS, DOMINGO ORTIZ, JOHN F. BELL, JOHN R. HERMAN, MICHAEL N. HOUSER, TODD A. NANCE

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