"Where the Highway Bends" (The Demiurge ☢)

I left my shadow in a motel room Where the highway hums a worn‑out tune Every mile's a question I don't know The answer's out here, and the answer's slow The sun is bleeding through the wire Every breath a little higher WHERE THE HIGHWAY BENDS, I'LL FIND MY NAME CARVED IN THE DISTANCE, BURNING THROUGH THE RAIN EVERY ROAD I WALKED IS A MAP OF WHO I'VE BEEN AND I WON'T TURN BACK WHERE THE HIGHWAY BENDS I've carried cities in my chest before Some were open windows, some were slamming doors But the wheel keeps turning and the road don't lie There's something honest in a fading sky The sun is bleeding through the wire I'm a little older, a little higher WHERE THE HIGHWAY BENDS, I'LL FIND MY NAME CARVED IN THE DISTANCE, BURNING THROUGH THE RAIN EVERY ROAD I WALKED IS A MAP OF WHO I'VE BEEN AND I WON'T TURN BACK WHERE THE HIGHWAY BENDS Strip it back to bone and breath A room without a door The quiet speaks in minor thirds And I don't know what it's for But I can hear the wheels turning slow A question with no answer I can hold AND WHERE THE HIGHWAY BENDS, I'LL FIND MY NAME CARVED IN THE DISTANCE, BURNING THROUGH THE RAIN EVERY ROAD I WALKED WAS A MAP OF WHO I'VE BEEN AND I WON'T TURN BACK — NO, I WON'T TURN BACK — WHERE THE HIGHWAY BENDS where the highway bends