Endless Grey Ribbon - Nick Lowe

The cold, dark night

Is split by the stab of twin headlights

Like fingers of guides that know of it

But have never been there

And eyes red-rimmed

Are pealed for the n’th time

And strain for the roadsigns

That flash past the windshield

In the hard drivin' rain

His mind is not dwelling on beds of white linen

But the endless gray ribbon that winds on ahead

A moon comes up, cheesy and golden

Reminding of older times, gunning moter times

Restless and young

A cut glass bowl, free with four gallons

Is now the companion

Of what once was the champion of heartbreakers' row

His thoughts may be thinking of sweet smelling women

But the endless gray ribbon is his for tonight

From Coastacola to Richfolk, Virginia

It’s amazing how samey they are

Twenty five buys some time with a waitress

Passion’s Peterbuilt out in the car lot

His thoughts may be thinking of sweet smelling women

But the endless gray ribbon is his for tonight

Endless gray ribbon

Endless gray ribbon

Endless gray ribbon…