Dust on the Dashboard
The gravel pops like gunfire underneath these aging tires
I’m packing up the wreckage of my own built-in desires
The title’s in the console,
the keys are cold as lead Looking at a town that’s just
a ghost story I once read The porch light’s burning hollow in
the middle of the day
I’m shifting into drive,
and I’m finally drifting away.
There’s a film of dust on the dashboard,
long shadows on the seat
Every mile is a promise that I’m trying hard
to keep
The radio is cutting out,
playing that static-filled tune
About a girl and a summer that burned out way too soon
Yeah, the life I’m leaving is just smoke in the thinning air
But I’ve got enough road left to know I’m getting somewhere.
(yeah, somewhere) I found a Polaroid wedged in the visor,
curled up at the ends
We were young and we were reckless,
convinced we were something more than friends
Sitting on the tailgate,
watching the August sun drown in the pines
You were laughing at the silence,
tracing those old map lines But the
clock didn't break—no, it just kept on grinding away
You chose the safety of the hollow,
and I chose not to stay.
There’s a film of dust on the dashboard,
long shadows on the seat
Every mile is a promise that I’m trying hard
to keep
The radio is cutting out,
playing that static-filled tune
About a girl and a summer that burned out way too soon
Yeah, the life I’m leaving is just smoke in the thinning air
But I’ve got enough road left to know I’m getting somewhere.
It ain’t that I’m running from a history that was unkind
I’m just chasing the version of me I accidentally left behind
The horizon is burning,
wide open, electric and gold
And I’ve got a story left to write,
one that’s never been told.
The state line sign is rushing by,
I’m finally picking up speed
Watching that town disappear like a bitter,
habit-forming weed
I’m wiping the glass,
watching the dust fly back into the breeze
The yellow lines are blurring,
and I’m finally finding some ease.
Yeah, I’m getting somewhere… (getting somewhere)
I’m finally getting somewhere.
It’s just me,
these white lines, and the dust on the dashboard.