Sun stuck high in the air. Destination anywhere this road decides to go. Underneath the desert sky. I find a place to hide and rest my weary bones. This underpass will shade the heat.
Sun stuck high in the air. Destination: anywhere this road decides to go. Underneath the desert sky. I find a place to hide and rest my weary bones. This underpass will shade the heat.
Your face lights up every time. You talk about that one red light town you grew up in. Your mind goes racin' down that road. When another memory takes a hold.