County Line Mirage

(hummmm) Dust on the windshield,

gold on the wire

I left Amarillo

with a map full of rain

The road kept bending like a rope on the plain Your name

was a lantern I carried inside Burning low,

burning true,

on the county line

Roll me west where the wild grass leans

Lay my heart in the turning beams

If the whole sky opens,

I will ride

With your love on the county line

A motel sign flickered by the cotton gin

I saw your face where the storm rolled in

The radio cracked, then it found our song

I sang it low just to keep moving on

For one long breath,

the prairie turned around

I held the wheel and listened for solid ground

Roll me west where the wild grass leans

Lay my heart in the turning beams If the whole sky opens,

I will ride With your love on the county line

(ooh) on the county line

When morning finds that silver road

Tell it I carried what I could hold

(hummmm) Your love

on the county line