[Guitar Break] [Solo] [Hook] Keys on the counter, dust on the dash Coffee gone cold, ashtray full of ash Gone for good now, don’t call, don’t wait I’m already gone before the gate [Guitar Break] [Verse] Half tank, paper cup knocking in the console A.M. easing by while the seat vinyl folds slow Two-lane blacktop, just me and that cab Receipt jammed in the seam, my name rubbed out bad [Guitar Break] [Chorus] W900A, rolling southbound Diesel low in the block, CB snapping sound Square chrome nose cutting clean through the miles Windows down, dash glow, red cassette dials El Paso in my sights, hammer lane to the border ’83 Kenworth, chrome stacks in order Paper atlas open, mile markers passing fast Longhorn shadows on the shoulder, we ain’t stopping till the road runs out at last [Guitar Break] [Verse 2] Pulled off at the diner, sign flickering overhead Grease-stained specials, vinyl booth gone soft and threadbare Paid cash for black coffee, toast, and a jar of jam Watched the waitress wipe the counter, caught my face in the glass Thumbed a wrinkled map by the buzzing soda machine Kept my eyes on the highway, not the blue TV screen [Guitar Break] [Chorus] W900A, rolling southbound Diesel low in the block, CB snapping sound Square chrome nose cutting clean through the miles Windows down, dash glow, red cassette dials El Paso in my sights, hammer lane to the border ’83 Kenworth, chrome stacks in order Paper atlas open, mile markers passing fast Longhorn shadows on the shoulder, we ain’t stopping till the road runs out at last [Guitar Break] [Verse 3] Map folded tight, shoved down in the glovebox crack Mud on the rocker, bugs baked thick on the hood and back Oil change sticker curled up yellow, halfway gone Radio hissing through static, but the wheels kept on A motel key tag swinging from the mirror One more mile and the whole thing might read clearer [Guitar Break] [Chorus] W900A, rolling southbound Diesel low in the block, CB snapping sound Square chrome nose cutting clean through the miles Windows down, dash glow, red cassette dials El Paso in my sights, hammer lane to the border ’83 Kenworth, chrome stacks in order Paper atlas open, mile markers passing fast Longhorn shadows on the shoulder, we ain’t stopping till the road runs out at last [Guitar Break] [Verse 4] Sun came up over a row of fence posts License plate rattling, bugs stuck hard to the hood’s coat No-name town by a water tower bend I’d stay if I could, but I knew how it ends Back window dust wrote my name in gray Even that got blown clean off by the end of the day [Guitar Break] [Chorus] W900A, rolling southbound Diesel low in the block, CB snapping sound Square chrome nose cutting clean through the miles Windows down, dash glow, red cassette dials El Paso in my sights, hammer lane to the border ’83 Kenworth, chrome stacks in order Paper atlas open, mile markers passing fast Longhorn shadows on the shoulder, we ain’t stopping till the road runs out at last [Guitar Break] [Outro]
