Long Way Home

(mmm-hmmm) Checked the dashboard clock,

it was half past ten That glowing green screen on the dash

again

Your text was still open from three days ago Saying 'drive safe,

love, take it real slow'

So I shifted gears,

took the long way back

Through the heat-shimmer on the desert track

Truck stop neon

on a gravel drive

Never felt so tired,

never felt so alive

And we are driving under modern stars

In a world of broken-down yellow cars

But that voice memo on my screen at zero-twelve Is the only

piece of heaven that I keep for myself

(yeah, keeping it all for myself) Past the diner

with the rusted sign

Crossing over the county line

Your voice on the speaker,

so quiet and sweet

While the desert wind rises to meet the heat

I can still smell the dust and the cheap perfume

In the quiet space

of this cab room

Just zero-twelve

on the timer now...

(zero-twelve) Taking the long way...