Track 8 of the album Sparks on the Blue Ridge · 2014
Midnight Harmonica in a Rest Stop Rain
“A flat tire, a midnight rest stop, and a harmonica in the rain. We had nothing else to do but write.”
folk rock · harmonica folk · gang vocals · 3:38
Lyrics
Rain on the roof of a rest stop at midnight Four of us stuck with a flat and a prayer Drummer's asleep on a vending machine Bass player's counting the change that is there I found my harmonica deep in my jacket Played a slow note to the puddles outside A trucker came over and tapped on the window Said, son, keep on playing, I'm in no rush tonight So sing it to the rain, sing it to the road Sing it to the ones who are still awake We were never lost, we were only waiting For the sky to give us a break Sing it to the rain, sing it loud and long Let the thunder keep the time If the night is wide and the wheels are tired We'll all be fine The vending machine gave up a stale sandwich We split it four ways like a feast A woman in slippers came out with a thermos And nobody asked for the least So sing it to the rain, sing it to the road Sing it to the ones who are still awake We were never lost, we were only waiting For the sky to give us a break Sing it to the rain, sing it loud and long Let the thunder keep the time If the night is wide and the wheels are tired We'll all be fine And the sun came up like a late apology Pink on the wet black tar We changed the tire and we shook some hands And we followed the nearest star So sing it to the rain, sing it to the road Sing it to the ones who are still awake We were never lost, we were only waiting For the sky to give us a break Sing it to the rain, sing it loud and long Let the thunder keep the time If the night is wide and the wheels are tired We'll all be fine We'll all be fine We'll all be fine