Hawks On The Highway - Matthew Barber

Hawks on the highway

Doves in the ditch

I know a fine way

To scratch that itch

You going my way

You need a hitch

If I get tired baby we can switch

Well these flights of fancy are getting old

I'm getting antsy

The trail's gone cold but we

Don't need a reason

Our souls are sold

We've got a piece of the open road

Radio stations come and go

Our destination's still unknown

I feel their eyes through

The side window

Hawks on the highway circling low

Well they gave us power

And they'll take it away

Hour to hour

It's a brand new day

Yeah but we had it coming

We're all to blame

You can't have progress without some pain

It's a western romance about to crash

Went from a slow dance to a mad

Mad dash yeah but

Every hero takes a sweet last breath

And I'm going to savour

It life or death

Radio stations come and go

Our destination's still unknown

I feel their eyes

Through the side window

Hawks on the highway circling low

Radio stations come and go

Our destination's still unknown

I feel their eyes through the side window

Hawks on the highway circling low

Hawks on the highway circling low

Hawks on the highway circling low