Highway 9 tells of a journey haunted by memory: fading billboards, heavy skies, and a voice that still lingers like winter. It’s a search through rain and silence, chasing what’s gone but never forgotten. Every mile deepens the longing, every image carries the weight of someone who cannot be outrun.

Highway 9 erzählt von einer Reise, verfolgt von Erinnerungen: verwitterte Reklametafeln, schwere Himmel und eine Stimme, die wie der Winter nachhallt. Es ist die Suche durch Regen und Schweigen, ein Hinterherjagen nach etwas, das verloren ist und doch nie verschwindet. Jeder Kilometer verstärkt die Sehnsucht, jedes Bild trägt das Gewicht eines Menschen, dem man nicht entkommen kann.

Highway 9

A billboard fades with a peeling face
The letters fall like they lost their place
A crow lifts off from a broken wire
The sky looks heavy, the road looks tired

Her voice was low as the river bend
It carried secrets it couldn’t defend
She spoke like winter, clear and slow
And left her silence where I still go

Rain on my shoes, mud on the line
Chasing your ghost down Highway 9
Every mile whispers your name
And I’m just another fool in the rain
Mmh Mmh Mmh
Like a matchstick burning in a hurricane

Her hair was tangled with wind and rain
Not made for ribbons, not made for chains
The storm grew quiet to watch her pass
And I was the shadow that couldn’t last

Rain on my shoes, mud on the line
Every mile cuts deeper in time
Chasing your ghost down Highway 9
Oh Lord, don’t let me drown again
Mmh Mmh Mmh
Down Highway 9…

You can’t outrun a ghost with gasoline

Rain on my shoes, mud on the line
Chasing your ghost down Highway 9
Every mile sinks into the gray
And I’m just another fool who lost his way
Mmh Mmh Mmh
Still chasing down Highway 9…


Highway 9

BRO