Silas Crowe - Somewhere To Wake

Woke up to the sound of the wind through steel, Coffee on a camp stove, cheap but real. Another town’s name faded off my map, The road don’t talk back, but it sure don’t nap. I keep rollin’, I keep breakin’, Dreams I build, the world keeps takin’. Every dawn I find a new mistake, But hell, it’s somewhere to wake. Rain hits the roof like a judgment song, Says you can’t stay here, you been gone too long. Gas tank’s low and the night runs deep, Ain’t got a home, just a place to sleep. I keep rollin’, I keep breakin’, Dreams I build, the world keeps takin’. Every dawn I find a new mistake, But hell, it’s somewhere to wake. Met a girl in Denver, she poured me tea, Said, “You don’t need roots, you just need peace.” But peace don’t pay, and I never stay, Got ghosts in the tires and dues to pay. Mountains fade, then the sea shows face, Every sunrise feels like borrowed grace. This van’s my church, this road my creed, Freedom’s a hunger that don’t ever feed. I keep rollin’, I keep breakin’, Dreams I build, the world keeps takin’. Every dawn I find a new mistake, But hell, it’s somewhere to wake. When the engine hums and the day starts slow, I breathe the blues like it’s all I know. Heaven’s far and the road’s still fake, But hell… it’s somewhere to wake.