Someone Stopped For Me

Sunset bleeding on a two-lane road

The needle's laying flat on the dashboard light

Just me and her under an endless sky

Forty miles from nowhere in the cooling night (oh no)

Then the engine sighed and the static played

As we coasted down

to the gravel shoulder

She held my hand,

trying not to show her fear As the autumn air grew a

little colder

And then a high-beam light cut through the dark With the hiss

of air brakes and a roaring spark He said,

I got a can of gas in the back of my rig

And a warm thermos coffee if you want a swig He smiled

and said, you don't owe nothing to me

'Cause someone stopped for me once when I was twenty-three

(yeah, someone stopped) He poured the gas and he shook my hand

With a face carved deep by the highway miles

Said thirty years ago he was stranded too

And an old farmer saved him with a box of tools (he

told us)

He said,

pass it on

when the wheels get stuck

Pay it forward to the next run of bad luck It’s a

long chain of mercy

stretching down the years And he climbed back up and he shifted

gears And his high-beam lights cut through the dark Leaving tire tracks

and a hopeful spark We got a can of gas and we’re

back in the seat With the engine purring to a steady beat

He smiled and said,

you don't owe nothing to me

'Cause someone stopped for me once when I was twenty-three (someone

stopped for me

once) (hummmmmm)

Rolling on down that highway line (pass it on,

pass it on) Looking for the next headlights left behind