Another plow turns the sod in the ol’ field of youthful memories of small towns past. This one’s better than most of ‘em. The title allows for the conjuring up of visuals that are both personal and specific for any listener who ever laid a streak on the pavement or used a spray can for his own style of cave drawing back in his Neanderthal days. When you got a lyric that shakes the life-memory synapses, you got a leg up on having yourself a hit song.
