Lyrics

THE HIGHWAY KIND

Like a sad old country song,
He leaves her holdin? on,
To photographs and memories.
Like a thief in the night no warning,
Just two empty arms by morning,
Once again he?s wrestled himself free.
He travels light, no need to pack,
Just the shirt upon his back,
And a little bit of money for the trouble he?s bound to find..
She loves him, but anyhow,
You?d think that she would?ve learned by now,
You can?t build a life around the highway kind.

Chorus
The highway kind is restless to the core.
She may give him everything, but he still wants more.
And he can?t tell the difference in where he?s running to what he?s left behind
Love just ain?t enough for the highway kind.

.Chances are they?ll come a day,
He?ll be passin? back her way,
And he might need a place to rest his bones.
He?s got her marked for an easy win,
And like a fool she?ll let him in,
The vicious cycle never ends, it just goes on and on.
But even if he chose to stay,
His hunger would never go away,
And he?d surely wear his welcome thin in time.
But she loves him, and she can?t see,
The truth of her reality,
She?ll be waitin? for eternity on highway kind.

Repeat chorus

She?s hell bent to learn the hard way, not to let your wishful thinking leave you blind.
Cause you can try, but you?ll never change the highway kind.


C. WAYNE VALENTINE
© 2005
Sunday, June 12, 2005 10:45:33