1. There’s a chapel on wheels parked at a truckstop,
Somewhere in the southern part of Florida tonight;
Many are blown in by a strong wind:
It’s the wind of the Spirit.

There’s a preacher with his head bowed
There at the altar,
Whispering a prayer as the people wander in,
Sayin’ it’s You, Lord, that they’re lookin’ for,
Whether they know it or not,
And that’s the reason I’ve got to go

R1: Out in the highways, out in the highways.
Maybe this will be the day they come to meet You on their way,
Out in the highways.

2. There’s a church down on the corner with stained glass windows,
But time has stained the windows till no light is shining through;
Those on the outside pass right by,
Lost on a dark endless highway.

There’s a banner on the church wall
They put up many years ago,
Reminding them that Jesus said ‘Go into all the world’;
They need the Spirit wind to blow again
And fan the flame of concern,
Take the truth that they’ve learned and go

R2: Out in the highways, out in the highways.
Open windows, doors and hearts, take the light into the dark,
Out in the highways.