Spiral Highway - Paul Simon

Every bar and grill

Every greasy spoon

Anywhere a quarter buys a tune

Ride the spiral highway one more round

Every local call

Every pink motel

Any time the strain begins to tell

Ride that spiral highway one more roll

After the rain on the interstate

Headlights slide past the moon

A bone-weary traveler waits by the side of the road

Where’s he going?

Then I think it’s strange

The way the body turns

And how my heart approaches what it yearns

Ride that spiral highway one more round

Ride that spiral highway one more round