| Song | King's Highway |
| Artist | Joe Henry |
| Album | Short Man's Room |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I might just change my mind | |
| Sometimes you can never tell | |
| Where a story will unwind | |
| Or how deep is a shallow well; | |
| Sometimes you would never guess | |
| Who’s all talk and who just might | |
| Find their way or lose themselves | |
| On the King’s Highway tonight. | |
| I am just like many more | |
| Who lie in bed, still and numb, | |
| Awake enough that I can see | |
| Just how dark it has become; | |
| Who knows no better angels now, | |
| Who’s known none but an earthly light | |
| And who is waiting for a stranger | |
| On the King’s Highway tonight. | |
| It wasn’t how I had it planned | |
| When it finally came around, | |
| I took a man with my own hands | |
| But I held him close when he went down; | |
| He hadn’t time to be afraid | |
| His look was only of surprise, | |
| Staring up where he lay | |
| On the King’s Highway tonight. | |
| I took the little that he had | |
| Only as an afterthought | |
| He wouldn’t have to feel so bad | |
| To think I’d killed him just because | |
| He was passing through this town | |
| And only ‘cause he looked about right, | |
| And he stopped when I flagged him down | |
| On the King s Highway tonight. | |
| I might just change my mind | |
| Sometimes you can never tell. |
| I might just change my mind | |
| Sometimes you can never tell | |
| Where a story will unwind | |
| Or how deep is a shallow well | |
| Sometimes you would never guess | |
| Who' s all talk and who just might | |
| Find their way or lose themselves | |
| On the King' s Highway tonight. | |
| I am just like many more | |
| Who lie in bed, still and numb, | |
| Awake enough that I can see | |
| Just how dark it has become | |
| Who knows no better angels now, | |
| Who' s known none but an earthly light | |
| And who is waiting for a stranger | |
| On the King' s Highway tonight. | |
| It wasn' t how I had it planned | |
| When it finally came around, | |
| I took a man with my own hands | |
| But I held him close when he went down | |
| He hadn' t time to be afraid | |
| His look was only of surprise, | |
| Staring up where he lay | |
| On the King' s Highway tonight. | |
| I took the little that he had | |
| Only as an afterthought | |
| He wouldn' t have to feel so bad | |
| To think I' d killed him just because | |
| He was passing through this town | |
| And only ' cause he looked about right, | |
| And he stopped when I flagged him down | |
| On the King s Highway tonight. | |
| I might just change my mind | |
| Sometimes you can never tell. |
| I might just change my mind | |
| Sometimes you can never tell | |
| Where a story will unwind | |
| Or how deep is a shallow well | |
| Sometimes you would never guess | |
| Who' s all talk and who just might | |
| Find their way or lose themselves | |
| On the King' s Highway tonight. | |
| I am just like many more | |
| Who lie in bed, still and numb, | |
| Awake enough that I can see | |
| Just how dark it has become | |
| Who knows no better angels now, | |
| Who' s known none but an earthly light | |
| And who is waiting for a stranger | |
| On the King' s Highway tonight. | |
| It wasn' t how I had it planned | |
| When it finally came around, | |
| I took a man with my own hands | |
| But I held him close when he went down | |
| He hadn' t time to be afraid | |
| His look was only of surprise, | |
| Staring up where he lay | |
| On the King' s Highway tonight. | |
| I took the little that he had | |
| Only as an afterthought | |
| He wouldn' t have to feel so bad | |
| To think I' d killed him just because | |
| He was passing through this town | |
| And only ' cause he looked about right, | |
| And he stopped when I flagged him down | |
| On the King s Highway tonight. | |
| I might just change my mind | |
| Sometimes you can never tell. |