Dust on the Dashboard

(mmmm-hmm) Flicker of a gas sign on the hill

Static on the radio,

quiet and still

Got two hundred miles on a single tank

And a pocket full of silver from the river bank

Oh, the sky is opening wide

Red dirt road on the southern side

Dust on my boots,

but my heart is clear

Finally heading home after all these years

(oh yeah)

Old pickup rolling over hot asphalt

Every wrong turn was my own damn fault

But the grease on my hands and the wind in my face

Are taking me back to that saving grace

(hey, play it now!)

Oh, the sky is opening wide

Red dirt road on the southern side

Dust on my boots,

but my heart is clear

Finally heading home after all these years

(heading home!) Just a few more miles Underneath

the dusk (mmm-hmm)