This Road

Driving home after the show

Listening to the radio

Speaker rattles

Driver side door

And Jane sings a song about

That old tin drum

Banging on the shore

There's a tear in my heart

Thinking of so many friends

Some I just left

Some I'll never see again

I'll be home in just a few hours time

But for now I love the coffee

And exploding stars

And the fat moon shining on the passing cars

And this road

This road

It goes on like a dream

Now I can do to keep my hands on the wheel

Cause I've forgotten what is real

And I'm blinded by the snow

It's time for the radio's glow

Caffeine spills into my eyes

I feel like I could drive all night

Highway is just a smile

On the hand of god

So I'll abide

This road

This road

Well goes on like a dream

It's all I can do to keep my hands on the wheel

Cause I've forgotten what is real

And I'm blinded by the snow

And it's time for the radio's glow