Airport Road

18 Dec 2007

Take it four lanes wide all the way
At ninety miles per hour
Tumbleweeds blow down ambush alley
And it will blow your confidence down

Airport Road you stole my brother
Airport Road you took my friend
You say take it easy but you do not deceive me
I am not going back there again

Out on the highway just past midnight
The asphalt is cold as hell
There’s a man standing there with a rock in each hand
And he’s praying to Allah for help


And though I drive down Route Irish
I will not be afraid
A gunner in the turret
Is my comfort and aid