///*****/// [Intro] A radio preacher fading Somewhere out past Amarillo [Verse 1] I have not been inside a church Since my grandmother went down But I talk to something nightly Doing eighty out of town And I do not know its name And I do not know its shape And I am not entirely certain That it hears a word I say But there is something in the dashboard light At four in the morning cold That makes a man start speaking To whatever runs the road [Pre-Chorus] And I ask for very little And I ask for it a lot Just get me to Nebraska And do not tell me what I've got [Chorus] These are prayers from the highway From a man who cannot kneel Sent up through a windshield At about a hundred miles an hour I do not want a miracle And I do not want a sign Just keep the road ahead of me And keep the ones behind me fine These are prayers from the highway [Verse 2] There was a night outside of Tulsa When the ice came off the plain And I put it in the median And I sat there in the rain And I said the only honest prayer I have ever said out loud Which was please, and nothing after Just please, into the ground And a trucker stopped at daybreak And he did not ask a thing He just towed me into Broken Arrow And he bought me coffee and he sang [Pre-Chorus] And I do not say that was an angel And I do not say it was not I just say a man in a Peterbilt Was the answer that I got [Chorus] These are prayers from the highway From a man who cannot kneel Sent up through a windshield At about a hundred miles an hour I do not want a miracle And I do not want a sign Just keep the road ahead of me And keep the ones behind me fine These are prayers from the highway [Verse 3] My grandmother used to tell me That the Lord was in the corn And in the ordinary business Of a Tuesday getting born And I thought that she was simple And I thought that she was old And I was twenty-two and clever And she was ninety-four and gold And now I drive past all that corn At the going down of day And I understand her finally And there is nobody to say [Pre-Chorus] So I say it to the windshield And I say it to the wheat And if you're up there, Grandma, Then you know that I repeat [Bridge] I do not need the answer And I do not need the proof I just need a little something That is bigger than this truck And most nights I can feel it In the humming of the road [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] So these are prayers from the highway From a man who's learned to kneel Sent up through a windshield And I mean every single one I am not asking for a miracle And I do not need a sign Just keep the road ahead of me And keep the ones behind me fine These are prayers from the highway [Coda] Amen to the truckers And amen to the corn Amen to the woman Who was right the whole time long Amen to the median And the ice and the rain And amen to a stranger Who did not ask my name [Outro] A radio preacher fading Somewhere out past Amarillo And a man who is still talking And a road that answers slow
