Highway of love

Tekst: Bart Van Damme
Melodie: Geert De Mits
Muziek: Cats in the Attic

Nico Chico is a little man

Wants to be mean don’t understand

So like us on the other hand

But he’s too small, on the highway of love

A bass player lying in the sun

Uses his guitar just like a gun

Boy that’s us grabbing in the sand

He stays too small in the desert alone

Oh this white dove, on the sideways of soul

Chico is gone, gone, gone

Chico is gone, gone, gone

Chico is gone, gone on the highway of love

Nico Chico takes his head in his hand

Grows older and understands

What is life in this bloody land

And he’ too small for God an his goal

The marine soldier with a heart

Love can tear him slightly apart

So like us that’s what I said

And were too small everywhere we come

A shotgun goes off, on the sideways of soul…

Chico is gone

Nico Chico is a little man

Feels not good gives a demand

For justice on the other hand

But he’s too small in the land of power

Nico Chico is a little bit dead

Lives with a past in his head

So like us, we bite in the sand

We stay too small on the highway of love

On the other side

On the highway of love…