You lean your head on cold gray stone
A salty wind is all you own
The headlights blink a yellow glare
You scent a ghost in humid air
Oh the highway hums a heavy song
Where the lonely hunters all belong
Wait for a door to open wide
Let the wandering spirit slide inside
You track the smell of diesel fuel
The midnight air is sharp and cruel
Your paws are worn from gravel sand
A stranger in a hollow land
Oh the highway hums a heavy song
Where the lonely hunters all belong
Wait for a door to open wide
Let the wandering spirit slide inside
The iron beam is overhead
You make a patch of dirt your bed
You watch the tires spin and race
Searching for a friendly face
Oh the highway hums a heavy song
Where the lonely hunters all belong
Wait for a door to open wide
Let the wandering spirit slide inside
A rusted truck slows down its pace
You see the lines on an old man's face
He looks at you with tired eyes
Beneath the pale and winter skies
The lamp is lit in the tower high
A steady beam across the sky
The shore is steep and the water deep
While the weary sailors sleep
He opens up the passenger door
You do not have to wander anymore
A leather seat and a woolen coat
A steady hand and a humming note
Oh the highway hums a heavy song
Where the lonely hunters all belong
Wait for a door to open wide
Let the wandering spirit slide inside
Ride on home now Ride on home
(Fiddle fade)
