I’ve been serenaded today by the Indigo Girls. They have such incredibly melodious voices and lyrics of substance. In particular, I’ve set the car CD player to repeat Southland in the Springtime. It’s kind of a lullabye, with a soft, meandering pace. Here’s the portion of the lyrics that spoke to me.

Maybe we’ll make Texas by the morning
Light the bayou with our tailights in the night
800 miles to El Paso from the stateline
And we never had the money for the flight
In the backseat sleepy from our travels
Played our hearts out all night long in New Orleans
Dirty from the diesel fumes drinking coffee black
When the first breath of Texas comes in clean

And there’s something bout the Southland in the springtime
Where the waters flow with confidence and reason
Though I miss her when I’m gone, it won’t ever be too long
Till I’m home again to spend my favorite season
When God made me born a yankee he was teasin’
There’s no place like home and none more pleasin’
Than the Southland in the springtime

The lyrics and pace remind me of a Melissa Etheridge song that I love, You Can Sleep While I Drive. I was also struck by how Amy Ray’s voice has a roughness that makes me think of Etheridge. I’ve seen Etheridge in concert several times, and they were power-packed events. I’d like the hear the Indigo Girls someday.