Pontchartrain
Pontchartrain
ARTIST: HILLBILLY WAYNE
A spontaneous reaction, to a full tank of gas
Hypnotized by a name and a place on the map
I swear I heard the car, say just sit down and drive
As the road disappeared, out into the night
And I was gone
Like the tide moves the ocean
I was drawn
Pulled by a force that I could not explain
Set free, by a long night
Filled with endless mysteries
On a two-lane black top, headed back to Pontchartrain
Every image that appeared, In those bright headlights
Was a memory of her kiss, On a hot summer night
The numbers on the dash, spinning round and round
Brought peace of mind like I never found
And I was gone
Like the tide moves the ocean
I was drawn
Pulled by a force that I could not explain
Set free, by a long night
Filled with endless mysteries
On a two-lane black top, headed back to Pontchartrain
Instrumental break
And I was gone
Like the tide moves the ocean
I was drawn
Pulled by a force that I could not explain
Set free by a long night
Filled with endless mysteries
On a two-lane black top headed back to Pontchartrain
On a two-lane black top headed back. to Pontchartrain
Writer/s: Joe Caverlee, TW Hale
