Two Lane Road in the Dead of Night

Headed south on 85
‘tween Dickenson and Belle Fourche
Through the great big empty
Somewhere near Slim Buttes

CD player broke in Bismark
Now there’s nothing but the radio
And miles of two lane blacktop
With many more to go

Not many stations in these parts
Just a preacher and Art Bell
One tells of ghosts and UFOs
The other warns of hell

Then you lock on to a station
It sounds like old rock and roll and blues
Except there isn’t any DJ
No commercials and no news

The songs sound old
But you haven’t ever heard them
The singer sounds familiar
But you can’t place him

He tells you all his troubles
As you drive through the night
You listen to him sing and play
Under the full moon’s light

Some songs are a confession
Some are just tears to a tune
Lost love and hurt and heartache
And getting old too soon

You feel like you know him
As you listen to each song
The words are so familiar
You can even sing along

He sings of things so deep inside
Of mountain tops and dreams and dance
Of the darkness and the light
Bad luck, broken hearts and romance

He touches something inside you
On your midnight drive
Not just a voice on the airwaves
He is real, he’s alive

Your mind begins to wander as he gets too close
And he is singing just for you
You start to lose the signal
It’s lost no matter what you do

And it’s like he was never ever there
Even though he seemed a friend
But like the waning, moon the music’s gone
You won’t hear his songs again