The highway hums and the diesel engines run loud as thunder
The earth turns on its axis and the road just rolls past and under
The sun has run again and stole the light from the day
But even now I can feel the night slip away
I woke from a fitful sleep where wheels painted this picture all around me
In a twelve dollar motel on a pillow full of someone else’s dreams
There’s a town around every corner and a city just across the next hill
Sometimes I pretend they’ll remember me but they never will
You can make a diesel fly in the night
When there’s no one on the highway
But you’re only gaining distance
An hour’s still an hour and twenty-four still crawl by everyday
Over the road
Over the highway
Past the winter wheat reminds me of the heat of the summer
When the wind blows away in long brown waves across an ocean
Through Chicago and Detroit and the rest of the great middle west
And even farther still places I’ll never get
You can make a diesel fly in the night
When there’s no one on the highway
But you’re only gaining distance
And if you listen you can hear it slip away
Cause an hour’s just an instant and a lifetime can pass by like a day
Over the road
Over the highway
© 1999 Jason Wilber/Everyday Rain Music (BMI)
From the album Behind The Midway
