Track 8 of the album The Long Way Home · 2013
The Road Is Wide, the Lamps Are Low
“A long night drive with a thermos on the dashboard. I wrote the chorus at a service station at nearly three.”
acoustic · night-drive folk · smooth acoustic · 3:08
Lyrics
The road is wide, the lamps are low, the clock says nearly three The thermos on the dashboard keeps a last warm cup for me The radio is murmuring a tune I used to know And all the fields are sleeping in the quiet, silver glow Keep rolling, keep rolling, the dark is not so deep Every mile is a lullaby for the ones asleep The road is wide, the lamps are low, and home is on its way Keep rolling, keep rolling, towards the break of day I pass a lit-up garage with a kettle in the glass A lorry driver waves to me, a nod as we both pass We're strangers, but we share the hour that nobody else sees Two small lights in the country, humming through the trees Keep rolling, keep rolling, the dark is not so deep Every mile is a lullaby for the ones asleep The road is wide, the lamps are low, and home is on its way Keep rolling, keep rolling, towards the break of day There's a kind of quiet courage In simply going on In trusting that the morning Is already coming on The sky begins to loosen at the edges of the hill A blackbird in the hedgerow, and the world is soft and still I turn down the lane I know, and the porch light is on Someone left it burning, and the weariness is gone Keep rolling, keep rolling, the dark is not so deep Every mile is a lullaby for the ones asleep The road is wide, the lamps are low, and home is on its way Keep rolling, keep rolling, towards the break of day The road is wide, the lamps are low Home is on its way