TWO BURLINGTONS, ONE MISTAKE - Dark Twang • Heavy 808s • Cold, Clean, Menacing

Rolling out of Valentine with the tractors on the line, Alpha on the radio saying everything’s fine. He says “Burlington, téléviseur, let’s make it clean,” I say “Alright, mon frère, you know what I mean.” Two hundred miles later, silence in his tone, He asks “Which Burlington?” like he’s not alone. I say “Colorado, straight shot, easy ride,” He says “Iowa… damn, that’s the wrong side.” Two Burlingtons, one mistake on the map, One driver rolling steady, one falling in the gap. Miles stretching out like a joke in the wind, You learn the hard way when the states aren’t your friends. I keep the 389 humming at sixty‑five, Yellow lines glowing like they’re keeping me alive. Alpha’s GPS screaming like it’s losing its mind, He’s got a thousand extra miles he’s about to find. Two Burlingtons, one mistake in the night, One road shining steady, one fading from sight. He says “Bro, that’s a detour,” I say “Yeah, that’s the game,” On the highways of America, no two towns are the same. I drop my load easy with the moon hanging low, Alpha still rolling somewhere far below. He laughs on the radio, “Man, I’ll never forget,” I say “Check the state next time, that’s the safest bet.” Two Burlingtons, one mistake on the run, But that’s how you learn when the miles come undone. One driver rolling clean, one lost in the maze, Just another story from the long‑haul days.