Dusty Trail
I got blurry vision, yeah, but I can see
My head is burning and I can’t take the heat
Yeah, I need a little quiet and little sleep
But I just keep movin’ on
Zero degrees and it starts to snow
The heat in my head it gives me vertigo
I don’t know what to tell the guys about the show
So I just keep movin’ on
My fever is up from the last time I checked it out
I’m falling apart what if my mom could see me now?
I’d have a compass to keep my head on straight
But my feet they slow me down
Just trying to get a piece of that higher ground
Sixty cycle hum in my head reminds me of the sound
Of the gears that grind me down
The rural south, well it ain’t that great
When your only view is the interstate
I need a valet and some Quakerstate
I just keep movin’ on
I see the city lights up ahead
My tires are worn and the engines dead
I’m runnin’ outta patience and outta tread
But I just keep movin’ on
The gauges are fucked and I need a tow
I’ve got 25 miles to the next show
And all I know
I’d have a compass to keep my head on straight
But my feet they slow me down
Just trying to get a piece of that higher ground
Sixty cycle hum in my head reminds me of the sound
Of the gears that grind me down
What’s the destination?
What’s the complication?
What’s my motivation?
I just keep movin’ on
The road is rough and the riders get rugged and they seem to share a vision of an unknown shore
When the pirates and the police come gunnin’ for us it kinda helps to know exactly what you’re fighting for
When I’m on the dusty trail
I dream about a rusted rail
And I know that the open road in front of me
Might be the only way out of this hell
I got some verbal ammunition and I’m spittin’ legit
Got a gang of desperados and reason to live
Now I know you only get what you give
And it makes it worth the trip
I’d have a compass to keep my head on straight
But my feet they slow me down
Just trying to get a piece of that higher ground
Sixty cycle hum in my head reminds me of the sound
Of the gears that grind me down
In a world that grinds me down