Endless Grey Ribbon - Nick Lowe

The cold, dark night, split by the stab of twin headlights

Like fingers that guides, that know of it But have never been there

And eyes red-rimmed Are pealed for the tenth time

And strain for the road signs

And flash past the windshield In the hard driving 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 motor times Restless and young

A cut glass bowl, free with four gallons Is now his companion Of what once was

the champion of heart-breakers' row

His thoughts may be thinking of sweet smelling women But the endless gray

ribbon is his for tonight

From Cost to cost to north fork, Virginia

It’s amazing how same they are

Twenty five buys some time with a waitress

Passion’s in Peter built 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…