Our Lady Of The Highways - John Wesley Harding

I’m here in Philadelphia

She got caught down in DC

It’s a wretched night, it’s raining

But she’s coming up to meet me

There’s nothing I can do

By the time she gets halfway

She’ll be tired of 95

The spray off those trucks sucks

I hope she gets through alive

Our Lady of the Highways

Keep my baby straight tonight

Guide her safely down the road

Keep her always in the light

Let the sad moon looking down on me

Shine bright as she comes here

'Til Our Lady of the Highways

May appear

Sometimes the weather’s worst

When you have some place to be

Like the time we drove to Boston

In the snow from New York City

Frozen to the bone

And we saw the planes fly high above

On metal wings and prayers

And tried to find some radio

Hoping one day we would be there

Our Lady of the Highways

Keep my baby straight tonight

Guide her safely down the road

Keep her always in the light

Let the sad moon looking down on me

Shine bright as she comes here

'Til Our Lady of the Highways

May appear

And I guess she always gets here

Heaven knows just how she does

And that statue of our Lady

Is crying tears of love

Now I’m in San Francisco

A town too hard for love

She’s driving from Seattle

800 miles above me

Why are we apart?

So please don’t let the fog roll

Heavy on that Highway 5

I want her here so soon

But I want her here alive

Our Lady of the Highways

Keep my baby straight tonight

Guide her safely down the road

Keep her always in the light

Let the sad moon looking down on me

Shine bright as she comes here

'Til Our Lady of the Highways

May appear