Black Ice

The road to hell is paved with good inventions
As the mighty path of progress pulls us on
With pretty promises and good intentions
That rise up just like billboards
Then they’re gone

The radio weather voice proclaimed this morning
That a wintry blend would blow our way tonight
But we kept pushing on despite the warning
‘Cause we keep out of mind what’s out of sight

And lovin’ you
Is like drivin’ on black ice
Teeth clinched tight as white knuckles
Sweatin’ on the wheel
Drivin’ on through the night
Road weary and snow-blind
Just waitin’ for the screech of rubber
And the crash of steel

Way down south, tornadoes rock the trailers
And hurricanes, they rock the shrimping fleets
But here up north, we slide down the road like sailors
On a glassy glaze that coats the frozen streets

At every intersection
We up and change directions
I don’t know if we’re going left or right
At every junction
The road is under deconstruction
The only light at the end of the tunnel
Is a flashing detour sign

The road to hell is paved with good intentions
The same as the path that winds to heaven’s gate
And we keep praying we’ll find some invention
That’ll bring the things that come to those who wait

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