This particular "lost highway" runs between Westport and MacDonald's Corners, Ontario and it was indeed a dark and stormy night as MaryAnn, her sister Jane and I drove to a Fred Eaglesmith show one evening. We didn't see any car crashes or ghosts, but alas, there were lots of suicide frogs.
They say the devil lives up the line Got himself a place where the sun don't shine, you see He's making whiskey out of people's souls The kind that die young and never get old--not me
refrain: I hear a voice and it's calling, high and lonesome in the rain Says she's still waiting on me, waiting...on the lost highway
Mona went walking on a stormy night She's dressed in black, just had a fight with me I put the dog in the car and went looking for her Drove up and down, all around the curves, you see It's the little things that you can't forget The night was dark, the road it was wet and cold There were suicide frogs dying under my wheels A crack of lightning and the thunder's peal, too close refrain
I come around a curve and there she was In the middle of the road, my heart filled with love for her I couldn't stop, my tires just squealed So I hit the gas and I yanked the wheel out of the curve We tore through the rail, that old hound and me And dropped into the night, down a hundred feet or more When Mona found me, I'd dragged myself clear There was rain in her eyes, though it might have been tears, she said don't go I tried to hold on, coughing blood and rain The dog was gone and there wasn't much pain no more refrain
They say the devil lives up the line Got himself a place where the sun don't shine, you see If you see a ghost coming out of the fog Got a long dark coat and a big black dog, that's me refrain