Salt and cold chicken again today Outside my window, the miles roll away Somewhere is someone I must get to see I feel I should have her and she should have me. Miles past locations of things that I've done In moving darkness I wait for the sun And somewhere are warm days with times I must try of loving and winning and unending rides. White snow and diesal, pre-winter dawn Above the motors, the dreamers fly on Streams of musicians on highways of life Wrapped in exhaustion, strangers to light. Salt and cold chicken again today Outside my window the miles roll away Tires in chorus sing druidic songs Of castles and kingdoms and roads that go on, and on. A Word: This song was written while driving a band bus down a lonely Kansas highway at four in the morning during a blizzard. I was eating some cold fried chicken and trying to amuse myself as the rest of the band slept on the floor, between the instruments. I would now change" highways of life" to" highways of night" if I wished to perform the song again.

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