There's a chapel on wheels parked at a truck stop, 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 [Chorus:] 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. 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 [Chorus:] Out in the highways, out in the highways. Open windows, doors and hearts, take the light into the dark, Out in the highways.