I got one hand steady on the wheel and one hand's tremblin' over my heart.
It's pounding, Billy, like it's gonna bust right on through
And it ain't gonna stop till I'm alone again with you.
A friend of mine became a father last night.
When we spoke, in his voice, I could hear the light
Of the skies and the rivers the timberwolf in the pines.
And that great jukebox out on Route 39.
They say he travels fastest who travels alone.
But tonight I miss my Guyster, mister, tonight I miss my home.
Is it the sound of the leaves
left blown by the wayside.
That's got me out here on this spooky old highway tonight.
Is it the cry of the river
With the moonlight shining through.
That ain't what scares me, Billy
What scares me is losing you.
They say if you die in your dreams you really die in your bed.
But, honey, last night I dreamed my eyes rolled straight back in my head.
And God's light came shinin' on through.
I woke up in the darkness scared and breathin' and born anew.
It wasn't the cold river bottom I felt rushing over me.
It wasn't the bitterness of a dream that didn't come true.
It wasn't the wind in the grey fields I felt rushing through my arms.
No no my Billy, it was you.
So hold me close, honey, say you're forever mine.
And tell me you'll be my lonely valentine.