Dust on the Saddle
There’s a baseline hum on the edge of this town Where the
power lines scream and the sirens don't drown I’ve been clocking my
time in a drywall cage Just another ink mark on a timecard
page So I threw my keys on the vinyl seat Turned my
back on the grid and the city heat Felt the tires hit
the gravel where the county line clears And the dust started rising
like the ghost of my years.
And I left the asphalt behind for the clay Where the troubles
of tomorrow feel a whole world away Give me a dashboard view
and a windshield sky Where the corn grows tall and the hawks
fly high
Yeah, the city’s got the gold,
but the country’s got the time And tonight I’m just healing on
a county line.
There’s a screen door slamming at the corner store Where the old
men talk about the local lore They don't care about the news
or the stock market trade Just the price of the rain and
the hay they made I bought a cold glass bottle and a
pocket knife
Slowing down the rhythm of a fast-lane life You can keep your
high-rises and your warm roadside glow I’ll take a front porch swing
and a cricket night.
And I left the asphalt behind for the clay Where the troubles
of tomorrow feel a whole world away Give me a dashboard view
and a windshield sky Where the corn grows tall and the hawks
fly high Yeah, the city’s got the gold,
but the country’s got the time And tonight I’m just healing on
a county line. The world keeps spinning faster every single day Trying
to pave over everything we used to say But you can't build
a highway through a working man's soul And you can't outrun the
places that make you whole.
And I left the asphalt behind for the clay Where the troubles
of tomorrow feel a whole world away Give me a dashboard view
and a windshield sky Where the corn grows tall and the hawks
fly high Yeah, the city’s got the gold,
but the country’s got the time And tonight I’m just healing on
a county line.
Just healing on a county line...
Let the headlights fade.
Yeah, let the dust settle down.