The cold dark night is split by the stab of twin headlights
Like fingers of guides that know of it
But have never been there
And eyes red-rimmed I feel for the n-th time
And strain for the roadsigns
That flash past the windshield in the hard drivin' rain

His mind is not dwelling on beds of white linen
But the endless gray ribbon that winds on ahead

A moon comes up, cheesy and golden
Reminds of olden times, gunning motor times
Restless and young
A cut glass bowl, free with four gallons
Is now the companion
Of what once was the champion of heartbreakers' row

His thoughts may be thinking of sweet smelling women
But the endless gray ribbon is his for tonight

From Coastacola to Richfolk, Virginia
It's amazing how samey they are
Twenty-five buys some time with a waitress
Passion's steamin' him out in the car lot

His thoughts may be thinking of sweet smelling women
But the endless gray ribbon is his for tonight
Endless gray ribbon
Endless gray ribbon
Endless gray ribbon
Endless gray ribbon
Endless gray ribbon