Bone Head Stew - Phantom of 87 Lyrics

Headed up the road to the Great White North
Playing road games who's keeping score
Get a load of this cat is he ill
Carving up the road in a Bonneville
Surely we're not the only ones that see
The ghost from the past in his Detroit machine
Window rolled down but it's negative three
Cigarette tossed right to the trees
It's a phantom of the road of I-87
If we follow him now he'll lead us to heaven
Is he really there but did we not see
The phantom of the road won't let me be
No the phantom of the road will set me free
For miles and miles we've trailed his car
Guiding our way like a northern star
Oh, shit, gotta get gas, do we dare turn off
And lose our white whale, we'd be distraught
Fuel for all won't ease the pain
Of never ever seeing that cat again
I hope that he finds what he's looking for
A drive without end, the perfect score
It's a phantom of the road of I-87
If we follow him now he'll lead us to heaven
Is he really there but did we not see
The phantom of the road won't let me be
No the phantom of the road will set me free
And he's driving all night now baby
Oh he drives so good now baby
It's a phantom of the road, of I-87
If we follow him now, he'll lead us to heaven
Is he really there but did we not see
The phantom of the road won't let me be
No the phantom of the road will set me free