Tires whirring with the rhythm of the wiper blades every little town grows like a ripple then begins to fade, I've passed the Brazos and the 6666's but I don't know what to do in Tucumcari in the morning
Maybe sit down for some coffee and two scrambled eggs ask if anybody's got a barrel horse that I can train, cause nothing's ahead now and nothing makes sense it seems this world's going crazy but it's not taking me
So I'm rolling back, down through the asphalt, through the gravel, through the dirt to where only stars light the mountains and only rivers cross the Earth
Irish immigrants going west in 1893, did they wonder where the rivers flowed, how the turquoise sky came to be so big and bright but now city light lights have taken the stars away and put them in a jar!
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Dawn breaks gently and I stop just out of Muleshoe take a little time to clear my head before this night is through, my soul's been battered but I'm coming out stronger no one rules my destiny, the road is my own