Driving home after the show, Listening to the radio
Speaker rattles, on the driver side door, and Jane sings a song about
that old tin drum banging on the shore.
There's a tear in my heart, thinking of so many friends
Some I just left, some I'll never see again
I'll be home, in just a few hours' 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
Well, it goes on like a dream
It's all I can do to keep my hands on the wheel
Cause I've forgotten what is real
And I'm blinded by the snow
And the tires with the radio'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 I'll abide