Tales from the Gig Rig

(hummmmm) Dust rises on the mountain road

We carry a heavy,

silent load

Through the pass where the cold wind blows

Only the dry valley knows

Sing to the dust,

sing to the stone

No one is ever truly alone

Under the sun,

under the sky

We watch the iron birds

fly by (ahhhh)

Letters written in the dark

Waiting for a single spark

The camp is quiet,

the fire is low

We pack our gear,

it is time to go

Sing to the dust,

sing to the stone

No one is ever truly alone

Under the sun,

under the sky

We watch the iron birds

fly by (ahhhh)

Singing to the dust... (hummmmm)