Sometimes Blue

Cradle of the Interstate
Nanci Griffith
© 1992 Wing and Wheel Music/BMI/adm. by Irving Music, Inc.

It's crystal breaking
In the light of day
It's the heat of the moon
That's gone its way
And everybody's packing
Their wings to fly home
Leaving me here
In the cradle of the interstate Alone
Fair weathered friends
Are a damn disease
They drink my wine
And take my money
Fools are reaching
For a dim spotlight shine
If you want that shine
You're gonna have to write
Your own damn lines

It turns a warm heart cold
Hey, clear this road
And let me by

I got fog in the foothills
Of Tennessee
It's the Catskill mountains
And the Blue Ridge behind me
Topping my list of all I need
It's a warm cup of coffee
And a bottle of whisky
Beside me

I worked so hard
To build this living
In a business of hard lines
Where nobody's sharing
Fools chase their tails
For that Top 40 flight
Hell, the only friend that holds me
Is this cradle of the interstate at night

It turns a warm heart cold
Hey, clear this road
And let me by

It's a crystal breaking
In the light of day
It's the heat of the moon
Who's gone his way
And everybody's packing
Their wings to fly home
Leaving me here
In the cradle of the interstate
Alone
Roll me gently in this cradle
Of the interstate home