Dust on the Highway

I was raised where the gravel turns to gold at dusk

Where the porch light hums and the old trucks rust

Got a mouth full of miles and a heart full of scars

And a sky so wide it could swallow the stars

I keep my boots on the floor and my dreams in the cab

With a half-finished prayer and a weathered romance

I don't rush when I move, I just lean in my ride

With the midnight in my pocket and the truth in my side

We rode slow, slow on a back-road line

Fist on the highway, heart in time

Low voice, cold moon

Warm guitar glow

I'm a little bit lost

But I know where I go

There's a fire in the cabin and a chill in the air

But I got my own rhythm and I breathe it like prayer

Every scar on my hands tells a story I've learned

Every mile that I've walked is a lesson I learned

We rode so slow on the backroad line

Dust on the highway, heart in time

Low voice, cold moon, one guitar glow

I'm a little bit lost, but I know

Where I go

So I leave my shadow

On the county road dust

Keep my head to the wind

And my faith in the rust

If the night wants a reason

It can follow my trail

I'm a hard-burning whisper in a lonesome tale