Dusk Rollout

(hmmmmm) Six PM, we shut the warehouse doors

Dust on our boots,

feet heavy on the floor

He turns the key,

that diesel engine hums

Red taillights glow as the quiet evening comes

Headlights cutting through the rising gray Ready to wash the heavy shift

away

Behind us lies the gravel and the grind

Leaving every single heavy load behind

Rolling down the blacktop

under open skies Watch the yellow headlights and the gravel rise

Work is done, the road is wide and free

Just a father and a child where we ought to be (yeah)

We chase the dusk,

the horizon's burning gold

Another story of the county highway told

He points ahead, tells me of his younger years

Over the rumble and the shifting of the gears (we ride)

And when the darkness finally settles in

That's where the real road can begin

Rolling down the blacktop

under open skies Watch the yellow headlights and the gravel rise Work

is done, the road is wide and free

Just a father and a child where we ought to be

(out on the

road!)

Headlights

cutting the dark Leaving our mark (ahhhh)