Rhonda Lee
You got a lot of weight to bear
Cutting your own hair
Apologizing to the girl upstairs
'Cause the police
Woke up the neighborhood last night
In the backyard with flashlights
Your husband running from his drunken fights
Do you think you might

Want to walk along the highway
And they ask you why you do not leave
But you don't want to walk along the highway
In the cold December breeze

Rhonda Lee
You got a lot on your mind
Your first child due right at Christmas time
You know he's really not the family kind
And in your head
You see a pretty Christmas tree
Two tall candles on the mantle piece
All around you family
It could be

Do you want to walk along the highway
And they ask you why you do not leave
But you don't want to walk along the highway
In the cold December breeze

There's a kicking inside you
Now you've got to decide this for two

And it haunts you
Whey they ask you
'Cause you got to
Walk along the highway
Into the life that you can dream