Drifting and turned, double edge dance. Hearts burn with the wind to find their way. Words that connect, never gain enough traction. Thus forever blown astray.
Love is the pavement. With spit in your heart. Slow diamond's no laughter. Sweep the hellhound trail. . Translate the faces. Wash off the dust. Smoke plume twilight.
Facing the crossroads we've come to. Waited and we're sinking thoughts of heresy. It's been slow, a good show, just the same. Been hanging on so long, hanging on for so long.
US highway from north to south.. It's history breathing.. Get out from under the gun. And drive down Highway 61.. . Hannibal's son saw the Gold Rush,.