Nordbut Papetti's sax

Headlights cutting through the midnight haze,
A melody that drifts in smoky waves,
The saxophone is crying soft and low,
Telling secrets that the heart can't let go.
Every mile a whisper, every turn a sigh,
Chasing shadows 'neath a bruised and weary sky.

And the road to heaven's paved with broken glass,
But the horn keeps playing, make the moment last,
Through the dust and diesel, through the tears and rain,
Papetti's sax is singing out the pain.
Oh, the road to heaven, it's a lonesome tune,
But I'll ride it till I see the silver moon.

Neon flickers like a faded prayer,
Empty bottles on the dashboard there,
The reed is breathing life into the dark,
Every note a spark, a tiny mark.
I've been running from the things I've done,
But the music trails me like a setting sun.

And the road to heaven's paved with broken glass,
But the horn keeps playing, make the moment last,
Through the dust and diesel, through the tears and rain,
Papetti's sax is singing out the pain.
Oh, the road to heaven, it's a lonesome tune,
But I'll ride it till I see the silver moon.

Maybe heaven's just a song we know,
A golden riff that helps the sorrow go,
And if I never reach those pearly gates,
I'll keep on playing while the engine waits.

And the road to heaven's paved with broken glass,
But the horn keeps playing, make the moment last,
Through the dust and diesel, through the tears and rain,
Papetti's sax is singing out the pain.
Oh, the road to heaven, it's a lonesome tune,
But I'll ride it till I see the silver moon.

Till I see the silver moon...
Papetti's sax, it plays me home...
The road to heaven, I'm almost gone...
Almost gone...