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 I feel 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 Reminds of olden times, gunning motor 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 steamin' him 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 Endless gray ribbon Endless gray ribbonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
