Backroad Window

August heat rising

off the grey pavement

Two-dollar bottles clinking in his hands

He holds the steel rail

just to steady his feet

Pretending it's a game while the highway stands

And the radio plays so low

Inside a cabin cool and dry

While he watches the wheels turn slow Underneath a heavy highway sky (hmmm)

Just a kid behind a dust-filmed window pane

Looking through the glass at the world passing by

He holds the rail like a hand in the dark

Underneath the heat of the summer sky

And the radio plays so

low

Inside a cabin cool and dry

While he watches the wheels turn slow Underneath a heavy highway

sky (ohhh)