Road To Thunder Bay

He was standing alone by the highway
I stopped as he climbed into the car
When I asked him how far he'd be going
He just sang to a small blue guitar

"I'll meet her tonight, at the lakehead
I'll tell her I promise to stay
When I've come to the end of my journey
Down this long, lonely road to Thunder Bay

While the shadows of night were descending
I could see in the mirror of the car
He had fallen asleep in the back seat
Still holding his small blue guitar

But I still heard the words, and the music
They stirred me in some quiet way
As I thought of the girl who was waiting
Down that long, lonely road to Thunder Bay

As I came to the crash on the highway
What I saw really gave my mind a jar
When I learned how a young life had ended
For some lad with a small blue guitar
With no need to look in the back seat
I was sure as I drove on my way
This was all just some dream or delusion
Down the long, lonely road to Thunder Bay

All at once to my ear there was music
It came from the back seat of the car
And there like a haze in my mirror
He sang to a small blue guitar

"Will you meet her tonight at the lakehead?
Will you tell her I'll see her someday
When I've come to the end of my journey
Down this long, lonely road to Thunder Bay?"

"Will you meet her tonight at the lakehead?
Will you tell her I'll see her someday
When I've come to the end of my journey
Down this long, lonely road to Thunder Bay?"