Endless Grey Ribbon

The cold, dark night, split by the stab of twin headlights
Like fingers that guides, that know of it But have never been there
And eyes red-rimmed Are pealed for the tenth time
And strain for the road signs
And flash past the windshield In the hard driving rain
His mind is not dwelling on beds of white linen
But the endless gray ribbon that winds on ahead
A moon comes up, cheesy and golden
Reminding of older times, gunning motor times Restless and young
A cut glass bowl, free with four gallons Is now his companion Of what once was
the champion of heart-breakers' row
His thoughts may be thinking of sweet smelling women But the endless gray
ribbon is his for tonight
From Cost to cost to north fork, Virginia
It’s amazing how same they are
Twenty five buys some time with a waitress
Passion’s in Peter built out in the car lot
His thoughts may be thinking of sweet smelling women
But the endless gray ribbon is his for tonight
Endless gray ribbon Endless gray ribbon Endless gray ribbon…