Story Behind the Song
Being a musicina I spend a lot of time driving at night. Driving home from the bars after playing late at night. And when I get home the apartment always empty.
Lyrics
Some nights if I'm lucky, I can put my head down, and try to sleep for at least part of the night.
But my bed is always empty, pretty soon I'll start aching, to feel some one wrapped in my arms.
I'll need a sweet voice in the darkness to chase away the gloom,but instead I'm as lonely as a highway in the night.
Midnights come again, and I'm on my way home, to an empty apartment and a silent telephone.
With the TV for company I strum my guitar and try to leave me day behind me.
It isn't long before the solitude gets to me , I look around and I'm as lonely as A highway in the night.
You know it's getting harder to find time any more, to clean off my dishes or to sweep my kitchen floor.
With all my running around you would think I'd meet some one, who might like to spend some time with me.
But when I'm finally able to get myself home for some rest, my little bed is just as lonely as a highway in the night.
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