Midnight highway, a thousand miles from home

Hard to see the right way, blinded by the snow

Thoughts bound for heaven, fallen from the sky

“Let me make it through this night.

Let me make it through this night. 

Gotta feed my family, gotta do them right, 

Gotta ride this way alone every night.

God, I miss my family. God, I miss my wife,

God, guide me safely through this night.”

Floating in a tin can before the break of day

Whining of the engine, howling of the waves

Thoughts bound for heaven, fallen from the clouds

“Let us make our fathers proud.

Let us make our fathers proud.

Gotta feed our families, get 'em through the storms,

Gotta haul this catch in, make it back to port.

God, we are just sailors, humble fishermen,

God, guide us safely home again.”

Beaten down by heartbreak, beaten down by life,

Failure after failure, time after time

Thoughts bound for heaven, fallen from the sky

“Let me make it through this life.

Let me make it through this life.

God, I want a family, gotta do them right,

Gotta beat this devil with me every night.

God, I beg forgiveness. God, I hate this strife,

God, I swear, I'm gonna change my life.”

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This is the result of picking up my mandolin after a long layoff. The riff just popped out, as did the lyrics. It's great when that happens, but only if the song is good. That's where you all come in. Feedback, please!