Highway lights flicker, midnight fog rolls in,
same old Ford F-150, same bottle of gin.
Radio humming low but my mind’s too loud,
searching for answers while I’m lost in the crowd.
Part one I was broken, chasing peace on my own,
but the demons found my number, now they calling my phone.
There she was on the roadside, gorgeous with a grin,
horns hidden under hair, tempting me to sin.
Eyes deep red like a summer bonfire,
lips whisper promises to feed my desire.
I swore I’d ride alone, never trust the fake,
but when she leaned in closer, my hands began to shake.
God’s voice in the static, cutting through the night,
“Son, don’t give your soul, don’t you lose this fight.”
But her touch felt holy, even though I knew it’s wrong,
her beauty was a drug, pulling heavy and strong.
Every mile I drive, it’s a war in my chest,
one side chasing comfort, one side chasing rest.
She slid into the passenger seat, perfume thick,
said, “Baby let me heal you, I can fix it quick.”
Loneliness screaming, my heart beating fast,
I knew this road was twisted but I still pressed gas.
Tears on the windshield, smoke in the sky,
I asked the Lord for answers but He stayed real quiet.
Maybe silence is the warning, maybe pain is the sign,
but her hand on my knee felt sweeter than wine.
I remember mama’s Bible sittin’ by the bed,
highlighted scriptures that I never read.
Sunday mornings wasted, nights full of sin,
now I’m face to face with the shape I’m in.
She laughed like thunder, kissed me like rain,
every second with her washed away my pain.
But I know the devil’s playground when I see it clear,
still I let her whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
Truck tires spinning down a lonely stretch,
soul on fire that I can’t quite quench.
Whiskey half gone but the hunger ain’t fed,
driving with a demon while God shakes His head.
Some folks chase heaven, some settle for hell,
me, I’m caught in the middle with a story to tell.
I thought ridin’ alone was the hardest road,
but temptation’s heavy when you carry that load.
Maybe one day I’ll park, step out in the light,
leave the demon at the curb and walk back to what’s right.
But tonight I’m a soldier with no clear home,
still ridin’ these roads, still ridin’ alone.
