Westbound Heart

The gas tank is half-full, the map is on the floor.

I’m trading this engine for the life I had before.

The red dirt is rising in the rear-view mirror view.

Leaving every piece of me that tried to belong to you.

The radio is cutting out in the canyons of the west.

The quiet is a heavy weight settling in my chest.

Wild and wide open.

I’m chasing down the light.

The heart that was broken.

Is finding wings tonight.

Wild and wide open.

Nowhere left to hide.

The only way to move.

Is on the other side.

I pulled off the highway just to watch the clouds go by.

Painting purple bruises on a dusty desert sky.

It’s lonely in the silence, but it’s honest in the wind.

Losing where I started is how the road begins.

Wild and wide open.

I’m chasing down the light.

The heart that was broken.

Is finding wings tonight.

Wild and wide open.

Nowhere left to hide.

The only way to move.

Is on the other side.

Maybe there’s no finish line, just a million miles to go.

A thousand different versions of a girl I used to know.

She’s fading in the distance, she’s a ghost along the rail.

I’m writing something better on a brand-new trail.

Wild and wide open.

I’m chasing down the light.

The heart that was broken.

Is finding wings tonight.

Wild and wide open.

Nowhere left to hide.

The only way to move.

Is on the other side.On the other side.

Just me and the light.

Moving on.

Moving on.