Dusty Trails

Dust on the floorboards,

quiet in the hall

Sunlight is leaning

slow against the wall

(hmmmm) Got a couple letters

that I shouldn't keep

But the memories are heavy

and the river runs deep

And the wind keeps on humming that same old tune

Underneath a cold and fading afternoon

Oh, some roads are made for running

And some roots are made to hold

But we are just the embers Left shivering in the cold (yeah)

There's a map on the dashboard,

coffee in the cup

Never quite sure

when the highway's giving up

We trade the open country for a little peace of mind

Always looking forward, leaving pieces left behind

Oh,

some roads are made for running

And some roots are made to hold

But we are just the embers

Left shivering in the cold

Shivering in the cold... (ahhhh)