Caravan | Matt Harlan

🎵 Caravan | Matt Harlan 🎵 - Length: 0:3:59

Caravan - Written by Matt Harlan Recorded Live January 8, 2026 Live from Norfolk Street is an on-going concert series recorded live at McGonigel's Mucky Duck in Houston, Texas. Our live-streamed concert series is listener supported. For access to our catalog of full length shows, extras, encores, and interviews, become a contributing member at: https://livefromnorfolkstreet.com/ Lyrics: Feel the heat rising up thru the atmosphere Mark it 8 for the grand prize: escaping here Rusted out sunrises, calendar dust Makes it feel like it’s 5 o’clock everywhere Town to town, bringing news from the other ones From the first winter’s storm to the late summer suns Dragging our shoes that there’s no use in tying Barefoot on stage with the blues they keep buying If we all traveled together With sights set on goals they found familiar They’d call us a caravan. But life gave us different plans. Pushed us out way past the margins Orbits elliptical - like the stars run Shining on campfires and gas station parking lots Taking all that we can, giving all that we’ve got Calling home late With stories they don’t understand Intangible thing: Call us a caravan. If you don’t wanna talk, call it vocal rest I don’t blame you, my hair was too long for my chest On the last run. I came home and shaved my own head. Can’t believe that we’re putting up with this And I know that ain’t nothing compared to the way There’s some things that still haven’t changed with the pay Half the stage and the crowd has it worse than I get Looking over their shoulders with keys in their closed fists. CHORUS: If we all traveled together With sights set on goals you found familiar You’d call us a caravan. But life gave us different plans. Pushed us out way past the margins Orbits elliptical - like the stars run Shining on campfires and gas station parking lots Taking all that we can, giving all that we’ve got Calling home late With stories you don’t understand Intangible thing: Call us a caravan. It’s the heirloom guitar that your momma played The songs that you write in hotels where your heroes stayed Laughing til dawn when our paths finally cross festival gigs and celebrity song swaps The secret house hosting the bands they won’t play On the station they blast in from two states away What’s a loser to do when each sunset’s a game but keep losing? We keep moving! CHORUS: If we all traveled together / With sights set on goals they found familiar They’d call us a caravan. / But life gave us different plans. Pushed us out way past the margins / Orbits elliptical - like the stars run Shining on campfires and gas station parking lots / Taking all that we can, giving all that we’ve got Calling home late / With stories you don’t understand / Intangible thing: Call us a caravan.