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
Thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s a tear in my heart
Thinking of so many friends
Some I just left
Some Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ll never see again
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ll be home in just a few hoursâ"š¬â"ž¢ 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
N like a dream
Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s all I can do to keep my hands on the wheel
Cause Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ve forgotten what is real
And Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m blinded by the snow
And the radioâ"š¬â"ž¢s glow
Caffeine spills into my eyes
I feel like I could drive all night
Cause this highway
Is just a smile
On the hand of god
So Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ll abide
On this road
This road
It goes on like a dream
Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s all I can do to keep my hands on the wheel
Cause Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ve forgotten what is real
And Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m blinded by the snow
And the radioâ"š¬â"ž¢s glow