Exit 33 from Verona by Darryl Rahn

Put the car in park in the early morning dark
Walk across the empty lot alone
The air is cool and crisp, lights are blinking through the mist
In the distance you can hear the highway groan

Say morning to Marie as she’s packing up to leave
Settle up the register and wait
Cozy in my post with my coffee and my toast
Now the first car pulls up slowly to the gate

It’s work but it works for me
Here at exit 33

From minivans to motorbikes, semis to sedans
Chevy, Honda, BMW
I’ve just about seen it all through these sliding window walls
Every walk of life comes riding through

Mothers, husbands, children, gamblers, travelers, businessmen
A couple running late to catch a plane
Young and pretty girls on the run to see the world
Far beyond this town they know will never change

It’s work but it works for me
Here at exit 33

That’s not to say I never dreamed of breaking free
Just another passerby with somewhere to be
But mostly I thank God he saved a place for me

It’s a cotton candy sky as I put the car in drive
Seven hours straight I’ve had to stand
Printing tickets, counting change, but you won’t hear me complain
‘Cause the devil used to love my idle hands

It’s work but it works for me

• Acoustic
• alt-country
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• New York