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Ashes Scattered on Blacktop - Levi Stoker
The urn was just a coffee tin, silver and scratched
Held together by a prayer and a rusted out latch
We stood where the highway blisters the desert in two
Waiting for a gust to pull the old man through
No velvet curtains and no choir in the loft
Just the smell of hot oil and the world turning soft
I tipped the metal over and I let the gray fly
A cloud of gritty memory against the Kansas sky
The wind took the calcium, the wind took the weight
But it couldn't touch the engine or the hand of fate
Oh, his ash is scattered on blacktop tonight
Dancing in the high beams and looking for a fight
The body's just a ghost in a radiator grill
But the stories took the rest and they're rolling still
Yeah, you can't sweep them up
And you can't settle the dust
He's a grit in the gears and the heart of the rust
Every 18-wheeler that thunders past this spot
Kicks up a little bit of the fire he caught
He's hitching a ride on every westbound breeze
Burning through the valley and the cedar trees
He's a heavyweight phantom with a million-mile stare
You can't see the memory, but you can feel him in the air
Oh, his ash is scattered on blacktop tonight
Dancing in the high beams and looking for a fight
The body's just a ghost in a radiator grill
But the stories took the rest and they're rolling still
Yeah, you can't sweep them up
And you can't settle the dust
He's a grit in the gears and the heart of the rust
Keep on rolling
Just everywhere now
Keep on rolling
The canvas is empty, but the spirit is clean
I'm the toughest down rebel that this world's ever seen
I ain't out of breath
I'm just finding my second lung
Scattered on the blacktop
Where the stories don't stop
The wind took the bone
The road is his home
He's gone
But he's gaining on
