Fire Tower Summer '56 with Jack Kerouac

[Verse 1]
In the summer of fifty-six, the sun was shining bright,
Jack Kerouac was hitchhiking, painting dreams in the light.
From Mill Valley all the way to the North Cascades,
A fire lookout tower, where the wildness never fades.
Hour after hour, in that lonely old place,
He whispered to the mountains, found his own kind of grace.

[Chorus]
Oh Jack, up on that hill so still,
Writing poems in the sky, letting time spill.
Less smoke and drink but the spirit was free,
A 20th Century Thoreau, just him and the trees.

[Verse 2]
Two months of solitude, the world beneath the stars,
He climbed above the hustle, found peace in his scars.
Fifty miles to the nearest liquor store,
But what does a poet need that he can't find in lore?
Coffee, tea, and water, the simple life he chose,
Dreaming of the city lights, but here’s where the heart goes.

[Chorus]
Oh Jack, up on that hill so still,
Writing poems in the sky, letting time spill.
Less smoke and drink but the spirit was free,
A 20th Century Thoreau, just him and the trees.

[Bridge]
He wanted to disapprove of smoky bar nights,
Where sad blues singers sang of bitter fights.
Instead, he found the rhythm of the wind’s soft song,
Standing on that hill, he knew where he belongs.

[Verse 3]
So if you stand on a hill, very still for a while,
You might see Jack in the mist, with a twinkling smile.
He’s weaving through the branches, a ghost of the past,
In memory and breezes, his legacy will last.

[Chorus]
Oh Jack, up on that hill so still,
Writing poems in the sky, letting time spill.
Less smoke and drink but the spirit was free,
A 20th Century Thoreau, just him and the trees.

[Outro]
So raise a glass to the summer, to the man who dared roam,
In the heart of the wilderness, he found a home.
Summer '56, a tale we’ll recite,
With Jack in the shadows, forever in the light.