The Highway

There’s trouble on the highway up ahead

Sirens turn the road into blues and red

Nose against the glass

I can see my breath

Say a little prayer but I drive on

Then I light a cigarette and roll the window down

Ash it in my coffee

A slow exhale

I turn the radio on

Hear a song I love

Cry about the woman it reminds me of

And everybody tells me I’m a good man

Got a life worth living

Family and friends back home

But every night I fight that voice in my head

Saying I’m a low down son-of-a-bitch as they come

Well, if the liquor don’t get you

then the lonely will

It’s another late night

Another cheap motel

It’s another long drive to another small town

Load it in, set it up, tear it down

And everybody tells me I’m a good man

Got a life worth living

Family and friends

I know

But every night I fight that voice in my head

Saying I’m a low down son-of-a-bitch as they come

Lord, if I’m gonna die then let me die

Where the road goes so will I

'Til I ride this highway home