Check the mirror for the ghost of a light
Driving circles through the middle of night
Twenty years on the asphalt and grit
Now the engine is starting to quit
I am parked where the pine forest grows
Where the wind and the heavy rain blows
Under poles holding wires in the air
Just a driver with nothing to spare
Saw a fare with a gold plated ring
Heard the song that the city streets sing
Paid in cash but he left me a scar
Now I'm shaking inside of this car
I am parked where the pine forest grows
Where the wind and the heavy rain blows
Under poles holding wires in the air
Just a driver with nothing to spare
Old proverbs say the road is a chain
Every detour is just a new pain
I can smell all the sap on the breeze
While I lean on the bark of the trees
I am parked where the pine forest grows
Where the wind and the heavy rain blows
Under poles holding wires in the air
Just a driver with nothing to spare
Cut the power and kill the main beam
Tear the fabric and rip every seam
I can't find where the highway will bend
This is where all the long journeys end
Toss the keys in the mud and the clay
Let the morning just wash it away
I will walk till the pavement is gone
Past the forest and into the dawn
I am parked where the pine forest grows
Where the wind and the heavy rain blows
Under poles holding wires in the air
Just a driver with nothing to spare
Nothing to spare
Just one more mile
Shift it to park
Last fare home
