Andrew Wiscombe - A Highway Hymn

Ground out cigarettes, new ashtray
Never been to Boise but I'm goin' anyway
Sometimes the highway beats the destination
Mountain men, hipsters, cowboys and duds
Seedy mountain tavern serving' Mississippi Mud
This life can serve the strangest congregations
The sun lays low and the moon hangs high
Diamonds pierce the darkened sky
Sometimes the best of things creep in the night
'Neath crusted earth in garden rows
'Neath blanket weeds and weathered hoes
A dormant seed needs care and it needs light

Is the devil in the details, or the details in the devil
Destruction or construction give him rise
Are you burning in the fire, does the fire burn within you
Are you the spark or are you compromised
Well the highway sings a hymn into your soul
You can hold on tight or you can let it go
Revelation rolling like the tires
True religion whispered through the miles

TV screen, microchips
Fake world at your fingertips
The age of information sucks you dry
Wilted flower on a window sill
Deafened heart hears whippoorwill
It takes the earth to bring you back to life
Stained glass windows, gold inlays
Lit up trees and pastel eggs
Are these the things that occupy your heart
Hungry children, heads that hang
Widowed mothers, wars that rage
Might I suggest a better place to start

Is the devil in the details, or the details in the devil
Destruction or construction give him rise
Are you burning in the fire, does the fire burn within you
Are you the spark or are you compromised
Well the highway sings a hymn into your soul
You can hold on tight or you can let it go
Revelation rolling like the tires
True religion whispered through the miles

Written by:
Andrew Wiscombe

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