The dashboard clock is frozen in a ghost of a year
I left my heavy shadow in the rearview mirror
The upholstered smells of coffee stains and ancient dust
Just a tired engine humming through the orange rust
Our boots are worn from walking lines that led nowhere
Just breathing in the stillness of the desert air
The gravel crunches like a prayer beneath the spinning wheels
Forgotten are the bargains and the hollow deals
The map is just a skeleton of where
I used to hide
Now there is nothing but the vacancy inside
Oh let the amber light dissolve the silver frame
The highway does not care to recollect my name
Across the sandstone ridges where the hawks collide
I am washing off the secrets that
I'd kept inside
The horizon is a ribbon of a bleeding gold
A story that the asphalt has already told
The fence posts flicker past me like a deck of cards
Each mile a jagged splinter from a yard of shards
I see a farmhouse leaning in a field of grey
Reminding me of things
I didn't mean to say
But the wind is stripping feathers from the eagle's wing
And I am finally listening to the silence sing
The gravel punches like bread beneath the spinning wheels
Forgotten are the bargains and the hollow deals
The map is just a skeleton of where
I used to hide
Now there is nothing but the vacancy inside
Oh let go now my life is all for silver free
The highway does not care to recollect my name
Across the sandstone ridges where the hats collide
I am washing off the secrets that
I kept inside
The horizon in the ribbon of a bleeding goat
A story that the asphalt has already told
The mountains are but tombstones for a setting sun
The race is over though
I never thought I won
There is no glory in the distance or the speed
Just the basic medicine that a traveler might need
The skies turn violet as the heat subsides
I am the ocean current changing with the tides
Oh let the everlight dissolve a silver frame
The highway does not care to recollect my name
Across the sandstone stitches where the hawks fly
I am washing off the secrets that
I kept inside
The horizon of a vivid ever bleeding gold
A story that the asphalt has already told
Oh let the amber light dissolve the silver frame
The highway does not care to recollect my name
Across the sandstone ridges where the hearts collide
I am washing off the secrets that
I kept inside
The horizon is a ribbon of a beating gold
A story that the asphalt has already told
