Highway 40
A tired old transmission started talkin outside of Tulsa
But when you travel all alone and there’s no one there to stop ya
And freedom doesn’t feel that free, when desperation is all you believe

desperation’s just the darker side of being free
And loneliness is only a condition, not the whole of me
I’m so tired of being free, won’t someone come & fly with me
Flyin down highway 40

Some they get themselves tied down like a steer going off to slaughter
Others love the chance they finally gave themselves to be a father
Some they dream while they mow their lawn
Thinking their freedom is somehow goneThey don’t know how lucky they are
At least they got a place to park the car

Cause when it’s raining, when It’s snowing
You don’t know just where you’re going
Take some comfort in the knowin
someone’s waiting up for you

Cause if I disappeared right now, Perhaps my friends might miss me
But if I go on home right now, there’s no one there to kiss me
I’m so tired of being free, Won’t someone come & fly with me
Flyin down highway 40

desperation’s just the darker side of being free
And loneliness is only a condition, not the whole of me
I’m so tired of being free, won’t someone come & fly with me
Flyin down highway 40

Produced and recorded by Jim Watts, Martin Feveyear, Stephen Sherrard and Jill Cohn
Mixed by Stephen Sherrard
Acoustic guitar and Vocal: JIll Cohn
Electric guitars: Dave Sampson
Bass: Marcus Blake
Drums: Michael Barsimanto