Fred Eaglesmith Follow

The kettle's on the boilLord, the night is almost goneThe fire is a-dying downAnd I'm trying to write this songBut time and time again, you knowMy mind is called awayBy the highway screaming my nameAnd I think I might have heard The highway callin' me in the nightYes, I think I might have heardThe highway callin' me in the nightSo don't you cry, sweet MaryThere's somethings that a man has got to doNo don't you cry, sweet MaryThere'll always be some things that make you blueDon't think that I don't love youThe Lord above knows that I doIt's just the highway has hung on to meTrapped me here, like a foolAnd I think I might have heardThe highway callin' me in the nightYes, I think I might have heardThe highway callin' me, in the nightIn the night, in the nightIn the night, in the nightAnd I think I might have heardThe highway callin' me in the night