One Last Mile (Echo, Repeater of the Damned)
Black paint, blue fire on the hood at night Peterbilt bones from
'87 still ride Bullbar like a jaw that won't back down Bent
sunshade mean as a roadside frown
Raised up higher than the rest in line He runs one strip
of haunted county line They named him Echo for the tale he
throws Every mile repeats what the blacktop knows No one came when
the glass rained down No hands,
no lights, no soul around
Now he makes you slow and stare
Echo rolls and the cold wind shakes Shows you the night that
his frame line breaks Steel cried out and the ditch took flame
He makes you watch till you know his pain Echo calls from
the yellow line Live my last mile,
one more time
Headlights catch him where the shoulders bend Mirror full of smoke that
never ends He drags that wreck like a chain behind Makes a
courtroom of your shaken mind
You can see the cab go over in sparks Hear the gravel
bite in the river dark He was dying there with the engine
groan Now he won't let anybody leave alone No one came when
the radio screamed Just black sky over a busted beam Now he
makes you stay and stare
Echo rolls and the cold wind shakes Shows you the night that
his frame line breaks Steel cried out and the ditch took flame
He makes you watch till you know his pain
Echo calls from the yellow line Live my last mile,
one more time
If you'd seen those wheels turn upside down If you'd heard that
lonely metal sound You would know why he won't move on Why
that highway keeps him till the dawn No one came through the
smoke and heat No prayer,
no hand on the broken seat Now he makes you stop and
stare
Echo rolls and the cold wind shakes Shows you the night that
his frame line breaks Steel cried out and the ditch took flame
He makes you watch till you know his pain Echo calls from
the yellow line Live my last mile,
one more time Echo rolls and the cold wind shakes Shows you
the night that his frame line breaks Steel cried out and the
ditch took flame He makes you watch till you know his pain
Echo calls from the yellow line Live my last mile,
one more time Black paint,
blue fire, fading into rain Angry eyes burning through the pane
Peterbilt ghost on that old white line Still chasing help he never
could find