Blue Rodeo. The Days In Between. This Road. Zeneszám

One, two, three, four

Driving home after the show
Listening to the radio
Speaker rattles on the driver side door

And Jane sings a song
About that old tin drum
Banging on the shore

There?s a tear in my heart, thinking of so many friends
Some I just left, some I?ll never see again
And I?ll be home in just a few hours? time

But for now I love the coffee
And exploding stars
And the fat moon shining on the passing cars

And this road, this road
Well, it goes on like a dream
It?s all I can do
To keep my hands on the wheel
'Cause I?ve forgotten what is real

And I?m blinded by the snow
Hypnotized with the radio?s glow

Caffeine spills into my eyes
I feel like I could drive all night
'Cause this highway is just a smile
On the hand of God so I?ll abide

On this road, this road
It goes on like a dream
It?s all I can do
To keep my hands on the wheel
'Cause I?ve forgotten what is real

And I?m blinded by the snow
Hypnotized with the radio?s glow