He's driving, been driving all night for a while, left her back there some where. A little tired and feeling ripe. A Road song for the night

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I had the whole picture and the feel of this weeks before I could get it on paper.
I can still picture the whole scene.

Miles to go before I sleep
and this highway's paved with cold concrete
My headlights light a tiny square
in the chilly velvet moonlit air

And for the last twenty miles or so,
this old radio,
hasn't pulled in nuthin' but static

I guess you're sleeping in your bed,
or cursing me all night instead,
maybe you felt some sweet relief,
when you found me gone just like a thief

but the last twenty miles or so,
this old radio,
hasn't pulled in nuthin' but static

And when I need to get a little nourishment
I pull into these kwik-e-marts and gas stations
and we all look just like ghosts in the bright flourescent lights
we all look just like ghosts,
wandering the aisles between the microwave burritos and chipped ice

And I don't feel right til I'm back behind the wheel, again

I light another cigarette,
inhale a a sense of deep regret,
Wonder what the hell I'm doing,
speeding down this road to ruin

Still the last 20 miles or so,
This old radio,
hasn't pulled in nothing but static