Endless Grey Ribbon

The cold, dark night
 Is split by the stab of twin headlights
 Like fingers of guides that know of it
 But have never been there
 And eyes red-rimmed
 Are pealed for the n'th time
 And strain for the roadsigns
 That flash past the windshield
 In the hard drivin' 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 moter times
 Restless and young
 A cut glass bowl, free with four gallons
 Is now the companion
 Of what once was the champion of heartbreakers' row
 His thoughts may be thinking of sweet smelling women
 But the endless gray ribbon is his for tonight
 From Coastacola to Richfolk, Virginia
 It's amazing how samey they are
 Twenty five buys some time with a waitress
 Passion's Peterbuilt 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...