Gives me peace, that twangy sadness
Provokes self-soothing
Like a baby
Alone
I dream a highway back to you
Where a highway doesn’t exist
Waters white with stinky sulfur
Lick up toward the sky
Between you and me
The fire lulls me to wakefulness
The twang to home
The cigarette to rebellion
Smoke falls behind my reflection
A glowing amber streetlight
Makes shiny everything
Sheds light on nothing
Not even the highway
Back to you.
A tea-stained napkin
Like a spot on a map
Dark in the middle
Concentrically lighter
“We have to look forward.”
But it’s the twang that soothes.
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
The rains stops for a second
And I lick my lips,
Look up to the sky
A silver vision come and bless my soul
I dream a highway back to you.
*italicized lyrics from Gillian Welch’s song “I Dream a Highway”
Provokes self-soothing
Like a baby
Alone
I dream a highway back to you
Where a highway doesn’t exist
Waters white with stinky sulfur
Lick up toward the sky
Between you and me
The fire lulls me to wakefulness
The twang to home
The cigarette to rebellion
Smoke falls behind my reflection
A glowing amber streetlight
Makes shiny everything
Sheds light on nothing
Not even the highway
Back to you.
A tea-stained napkin
Like a spot on a map
Dark in the middle
Concentrically lighter
“We have to look forward.”
But it’s the twang that soothes.
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
The rains stops for a second
And I lick my lips,
Look up to the sky
A silver vision come and bless my soul
I dream a highway back to you.
*italicized lyrics from Gillian Welch’s song “I Dream a Highway”
