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, waits, 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, 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, one knee, one knee, 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
