Running on a highway

Running on a highway, driving through the county
far from mama’s arms you are
pilgrim in the flatlands

Proud to following a dream, honest like a real sin
rebel in the devil’s land
loyal to your own steps

Everybody gets a place
there’s no outsiders
motorway preacher
gasoline apostle

2000 miles riding away
sparking plugs burning in peace
wings on your back, to heal the pain
cleaning your heart in the holy roads
running on a highway

Running on a highway, in the middle of the town
praising for the good men
guided by the sun

Proud to following a dream, honest like a saint
working for a peaceful land
loyal to your own steps

Everybody gets a place
there’s no strangers
motorway preacher
gasoline apostle

2000 miles riding away
sparking plugs burning in peace
wings on your back, to heal the pain
cleaning your heart in the holy roads
running on a highway

© Words & Music by Ian Lints