(Intro) (The sound of a slow, steady acoustic guitar—like boots hitting a gravel road. A mournful pedal steel guitar swells in the background.) (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) Verse 1 Got that 'Sugar Cookie' grit still in my jeans From a thousand-mile-long overseas scene Glistening like a sugar cookie in the Georgia heat Learning how to stand on my own two feet I’ve seen the woods of Hood and the Korean neon light Pulling 24-hour shifts in the Kuwaiti night The friends I made were brothers, but the orders always came And leaving every gate felt exactly the same. Chorus I’ve got the Sugar Cookie sand still in my bones And a thousand miles of road that didn't lead home Just a uniform and dust, and a heart on the move Looking for a piece of earth I didn't have to prove Traded the unit patch for a corporate machine's logo But I’m still just a nomad with nowhere to go. Verse 2 Tried to build a life out of cabinets and frames But sawdust and drywall don't know our names Worked the gas station counter and the factory floor Still searching for the man I was before In a shop in Utah, making car safety gear for everyone's car Looking at my wife and seeing the same look there A fresh duty station, but I’m lost in the between Just a quiet ghost inside a big machine. Chorus I’ve got the Sugar Cookie sand still in my bones And a thousand miles of road that didn't lead home Just a uniform and dust, and a heart on the move Looking for a piece of earth I didn't have to prove Traded the unit patch for a corporate machine's logo But I’m still just a nomad with nowhere to go. Bridge (Music thins out—just the acoustic guitar and a faint, echoing vocal) The sand at Benning... The heat in Qatar... It doesn't matter how fast... It doesn't matter how far... I’m just chasing the wind Trying to find where this story begins... (Outro) (The pedal steel guitar hits a high, lonely note that sustains and slowly fades into silence) (Begins...) (Begins...)
