Highway Home

Jesus can you hear me? I've been calling for some time
Sittin' with this Bible, stealing some rhymes
Are my eyes so cloudy that I cannot see ?
That you only come in whispers of sacred harmony
And then you turn away from me as if I should of known
That praying by the bedside's not the same once you're grown
And momma always told me stay away from them river girls
Who'd take you in the woods at night and teach you of the world
She was barely seventeen when I came falling out
And the holy Martin left us that day filling her with doubt

I can't find a highway home And I never want to be that alone I'm not that alone....

We might have been better left as fish muck in the drink
But your holy course in miracles tapped our missing link
So now we walk around all day these thoughts they're in our heads
And I can't even tell my niece what happens when we're dead
But I'd sure like to see my grandpa once or twice again
And if you could arrange that I think we could be friends

I can't find a highway home And I never want to be that alone I'm not that alone....

I know that I burn too hot, I can feel it killing me
But when it all comes pouring out it's as if I could be free
Are you really listening? And could you turn it off?
'Cause I feel too connected like a sow at the trough
Jesus can you hear me? I've been calling for some time
Sitting with this Bible, her little hand in mine
She is just so tiny it makes my poor heart break
And you know I'm a doubter with sins I can't forsake
But I got no one left to ask and there's no one here but me
So if you'd take her away tonight I'd get down on my knees

Try to find her a highway home
'Cause she never ought be that alone
Not that alone
Not that alone.