Rust & Payoff

(mm-mm) Old red dirt settles on the rusted hood

We swore we'd leave this county if we could

Just cold creek water and a fading pine

Trading away our youth a day at a time (yeah)

Let the slow river carry all the weight we carry down

Every mile of asphalt cutting out of this dry

town

Turn the headlights off

and let the highway lean

Into the darkest water

that we've ever seen

Sawmill whistle crying through the morning frost

Countin' up the summers and the paychecks lost

Nothing heals clean in the timberland shade

Just another ditch where the gravel got laid

Let the slow

river carry all the weight we carry down

Every mile of asphalt cutting out of this dry

town

Turn the headlights off and let the highway lean

Into the darkest water that we've ever seen

(oh, carry down)

Into the water...