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Green stone resting on a wooden tray.
Dust from the desert blowing down the way.
A rusted shutter pulled down tight.
Hiding the shop from the heavy night.
Keep the engine low.
Got a long way to go.
Hold the wheel, feel the weight.
Leave it to the hands of fate.
Just drive.
Stray dog sleeping by the corner door.
Ash falling on the muddy floor.
Street lamp buzzing with a broken hum.
Waiting for the morning sun to come.
Keep the engine low.
Got a long way to go.
Hold the wheel, feel the weight.
Leave it to the hands of fate.
Just drive.
The wooden sign creaks in the bitter wind.
A single bulb swinging, shedding its skin.
Time moves heavy, time moves slow.
Nowhere else for a tired soul to go.
Heavy boots resting on the pedal board.
Nothing to steal, nothing to hoard.
Just a quiet corner where the green stones sleep.
A silent promise that the night will keep.
Keep the engine low.
Got a long way to go.
Hold the wheel, feel the weight.
Leave it to the hands of fate.
Just drive.
