Interstate 88
Another crowd and another stage
My shadow long, my body thin
The voice of a generation past
Out there blowing in the wind
Static filled my head with noise
So many words of love and theft
I felt like I hadn't done anything yet
And I felt like I had nothing left
Robert Johnson met the devil
At the crossroads of the blues
Saint Paul on the road to Damascus
Was struck blind by the Gospel news
I saw the light while in Locarno
A vision of my fate
I turned left off Highway 61
To go down Interstate 88
The way that silence fills the air
After the ringing of a bell
I tried to sing but got nothing
Not a man but a hollow shell
I stood alone at center stage
Tangled up in blue, then
My voice returned from wherever it went
And I knew what I was going to do
Robert Johnson met the devil
At the crossroads of the blues
Saint Paul on the road to Damascus
Was struck blind by the Gospel news
I saw the light while in Locarno
A vision of my fate
I turned left off Highway 61
To go down Interstate 88
Don't need a preacher in a long black coat
To tell me what is right and wrong
Music's my religion
I believe what I hear in the songs
In the end I headed back to the beginning
Where old voices are the stars in the sky
I'm not here, I'm everywhere
A neverending country fair
I'll play these songs until the day that I die
Robert Johnson met the devil
At the crossroads of the blues
Saint Paul on the road to Damascus
Was struck blind by the Gospel news
I saw the light while in Locarno
A vision of my fate
I turned left off Highway 61
To go down Interstate 88
My shadow long, my body thin
The voice of a generation past
Out there blowing in the wind
Static filled my head with noise
So many words of love and theft
I felt like I hadn't done anything yet
And I felt like I had nothing left
Robert Johnson met the devil
At the crossroads of the blues
Saint Paul on the road to Damascus
Was struck blind by the Gospel news
I saw the light while in Locarno
A vision of my fate
I turned left off Highway 61
To go down Interstate 88
The way that silence fills the air
After the ringing of a bell
I tried to sing but got nothing
Not a man but a hollow shell
I stood alone at center stage
Tangled up in blue, then
My voice returned from wherever it went
And I knew what I was going to do
Robert Johnson met the devil
At the crossroads of the blues
Saint Paul on the road to Damascus
Was struck blind by the Gospel news
I saw the light while in Locarno
A vision of my fate
I turned left off Highway 61
To go down Interstate 88
Don't need a preacher in a long black coat
To tell me what is right and wrong
Music's my religion
I believe what I hear in the songs
In the end I headed back to the beginning
Where old voices are the stars in the sky
I'm not here, I'm everywhere
A neverending country fair
I'll play these songs until the day that I die
Robert Johnson met the devil
At the crossroads of the blues
Saint Paul on the road to Damascus
Was struck blind by the Gospel news
I saw the light while in Locarno
A vision of my fate
I turned left off Highway 61
To go down Interstate 88
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Hunt
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