Dust on the Fender
One white line through a kingdom of stone
Radio whisper,
but I ride alone
Fence posts lean where the dry weeds dance
Nothing but sky
and a second chance
Dust and distance, rolling under these wheels
The farther I go,
the more real I feel
Home gets smaller in the rearview light
I find my name
in the miles tonight
Truck-stop coffee
and a two-lane moon
Cicadas singing
their out-of-tune tune
Every town
is a mark on the map
Every mile
lets a little air back
Dust and distance, rolling under these wheels
The farther I go,
the more real I feel
Home gets smaller in the rearview light
I find my name
in the miles tonight
No one asking
what I ought to be
No old shadow
riding next to me
Just the long road
humming low and plain
Washing the worry out
like summer rain
Dust and distance, rolling under these wheels
The farther I go,
the more real I feel
Home gets smaller in the rearview light
I find my name
in the miles tonight
Dust and distance, mile after mile
Somewhere out there, I remember how to smile
(mile
after
mile)