Night Road

Coffee drinking maniacs
And truck drivers with old ball caps
And bus drivers who never nap
Have kept the secret well
In wooded hills of interstate
Untouched by walls and bathroom breaks
The in-betweens the road can take
Have cast a certain spell
For when the night has grown quite deep
And soft rain wakes the air from sleep
If you refrain from counting sheep
You may meet with surprise
Mist dances in the headlight's beam
And spreads the streetlight's golden gleam
While painting swirls to match your dreams
Before your wide held eyes
Then like a swift yet catching tune
They fade to a red crescent moon
But always seem to fade too soon
That's just the way of things
From Heartman to Murpheysboro
I have to say it's quite the show
And if you've never, you should go
And see what road your road brings