Rust Hills Anthem

Dust on the dashboard,

maps in the drawer

We don't chase the highway

like we did before

But there's a wind coming up from the south

And I still taste the summer on your mouth

Oh,

the road is calling out (calling out)

Turning every single shadow to a spark

We are

wild grass growing in the cracks

No looking back, no tracking our tracks

Just two heartbeats running on a modern wire

Burning brighter than a pasture fire (oh-oh-oh)

We traded the silence

for a radio station

Spinning a wheel

on a new destination

Nothing but gravel

and local news

Chasing the static

to shake off the blues

We

are wild grass growing in the cracks

No looking back, no tracking our tracks

Just two heartbeats running on a modern wire

Burning brighter than a pasture fire (oh-oh-oh)

And the power lines hum like a choir (hummmm)

Lifting us up, taking us higher We don't need a map or

a sign

We just need the stars to align

Just wild grass... (yeah,

wild grass)