The tires of my pick up truck

Create dry dirt clouds behind me

I haven’t seen a soul in 10 miles

I’m no stranger to lonely roads

 

The radio is busted

I listen to the rocks pelt the undercarriage

A staccato soundtrack that keeps me awake

 

The horizon smiles down on me

The sun performing its final number

Before gracefully exiting the stage

 

I’ve only got enough gas for a couple miles

Good thing I’m used to coasting on empty