I must've forgot how the night was coming - Acoustic guitar, politely strumming Packs up strings and takes to thumbing A Dark Sedan pulls up on the shoulder and waits
On a highway feeling low a motorcycle riding my ass I think I will slow and let it pass
On a highway feeling low I'm diggin' up the past And reviewing some old crow bones I remember when I ate that bird long ago
On a highway feeling low to take off these blinders I have to steer with one knee
On a highway feeling low a motorcycle riding my ass I think I will slow
On a highway feeling low to take off these blinders I have to steer with one knee
On a highway feeling low I'm diggin' up the past And reviewing some old crow bones I remember when I ate that bird long ago
On a highway feeling low a motorcycle riding my ass I think I will slow and let it pass