Paroles de Highway Of The Saints

I'm driving down the highway of the saints Keepin' an eye on a friend of mine Who wishes no complaints When all her strength had left her And hope it become thin Now I'm driving down the highway of the saints. The sun is up and no one's in the field The temperature keeps risin' The wind is on it's heels Of all the things she taught me Of none of them restrained Driving down the highway of the saints. Driving down the highway of the saints. Well, I'm holdin' on to something I can't hold The old folks now are leavin' And the farm is almost sold There ain't no sense of grievin' I can't be what I ain't I'm driving down the highway of the saints. Driving down the highway of the saints.