Headlights cut through the night drizzle
and look for the heart of the darkness
past houses and fields that know the riddle
and trees that stand silent and careless
for the road is your lover
who brings you sweet songs.
She sings you sweet songs
but she never lets you stay too long with another.
Highway signs point out directions
and whisper of roads not yet taken.
The first one you loved, you remember.
When she set you free she was saying
that the road is your lover...
You remember the one from the city,
her face lit by one flash of lightning.
On that dark mountain road she looked pretty.
It comes back to you times when you're riding
but the road is your lover...
Counting the mile markers passing,
is that the way your days are numbered?
Who knows where you will be landing
or the bridges gone over and under
for the road is your lover...
Rough cut video posted to YouTube 6/4/12. Click here to watch the video.