one more night

driving red-eyed on the highway
looking for the path to go home
beacons warn of the work zone
and the night's work looks like day

i'm riding on this superstition
believing it will get me there
going only as fast as I dare
while straining for my destination

home waits for me down the road
I'll get there as soon as I can
there I will find the rest I need, and
have a place to lighten this load