I was drinking with your sister
In the cafe down the road,
Discussing Kerouac and Chaucer
And the stories that they told.
We made plans to meet up later
On the banks of Twizzle Creek
Where our lips would sing our heartsong
Though we'd never have to speak.
And I was dancing with your sister
In a club in County Down
We were king's kids and we knew it
Shaking up this shantytown.
And the Belfast boys were jealous,
And the Bangor girls were mad,
To see the perfect Irish rose
Leaving with this yankee lad.
And the highway never ends,
It just goes on and on my friend.
And the highway never ends,
It just goes on and on and on and on my friend.
I was sleeping with your sister
In your parents' borrowed room.
We were laughing at you, Michael,
And your prophecies of gloom.
And the rain it was a constant,
But the bed was deep and warm,
So we never heard the thunder
Or saw the lightning from the storm.
And I was deep inside your sister,
In a Northside lonely bed,
Trying to hard to remember
All the manuals I'd read.
We were pushing, we were twisting,
We were striving for the prize,
But when the sun came up to greet us,
She couldn't look me in the eyes.
And the highway never ends,
It just goes on and on my friend.
And the highway never ends,
It just goes on and on and on and on my friend.
I was clinging to your sister
On a runway dark and cold,
Cursing Kerouac and Chaucer
And the stupid stories that they told.
And the highway never ends,
It just goes on and on my friend.
And the highway never ends,
It just goes on and on my friend.
And the highway never ends,
It just goes on and on my friend.
And the highway never ends,
It just goes on and on my friend.
And the highway never ends,
It just goes on and on my friend.
And the highway never ends,
It just goes on and on my friend.
And the highway never ends,
It just goes on and on my friend.
And the highway never ends,
It just goes on and on and on and on my friend.