Rust and Leather

Dust on the boots,

oil on the asphalt Three hundred miles since the break of day

Nobody's keeping

score of whose fault We just let the red dirt wash it

away

And the radio

is singing something true

(oh yeah)

Underneath the wide open sky

Where the highway meets the pine We're gonna ride,

we're gonna fly

Running on grease and time

(running on grease and time)

Signboards fade

in the rearview mirror

Old county line in the dashboard glow

Everything we left behind is getting clearer

On the only road we'll ever know

Underneath the wide open sky

Where the highway meets the pine We're gonna ride,

we're gonna fly

Running on grease and time

(running on grease and time)

Running on grease and time

Yeah, we're running...