Verse 1 We left the Windy City with five in the ride, Gas in the tank and hope on our side. We swore we’d see the coast, we swore we’d make it through, But the first cold night, the plague came for you. Your cough turned to blood by the light of the moon, By Gary, Indiana, we were digging a tomb. Chorus From the Great Lakes’ edge to the Rocky Range, The road keeps rollin’ but the faces change. Each mile’s a headstone, each town’s a wake, We’re leavin’ graves on the interstate. Verse 2 Four strong hearts and the radio’s hum, Till Mark found some berries, said “I’ll just try one.” By Springfield, he was pale, by Rolla, he was gone, We wrapped him in a blanket, kept the wagon rollin’ on. The Mississippi shimmered, the bridge was wide, But the current took his body down the riverside. Chorus From the Great Lakes’ edge to the Rocky Range, The road keeps rollin’ but the faces change. Each mile’s a headstone, each town’s a wake, We’re leavin’ graves on the interstate. Verse 3 Three left now and the heat was cruel, Fuel runnin’ low, tempers short as a rule. Jake said, “Hey, watch this!” with a grin too wide, He was juggling grenades when the pin slipped outside. Dust cloud cleared, and I knew in my chest— We’d never see the Pacific, but I’d do my best. Bridge The wagon’s half-dead, my hands are worn raw, Zombie shadows stretchin’ long in the dusk I saw. One last friend bit when the horde came fast, By Flagstaff, Arizona, I was drivin’ past An empty shotgun seat, and the echoin’ truth: The road don’t care about love or youth. Final Chorus From the Great Lakes’ edge to the Rocky Range, The road keeps rollin’ but the faces change. Each mile’s a headstone, each town’s a wake, We’re leavin’ graves on the interstate. Outro Now it’s just me, one man and a ghost, West Coast sunset, but I miss you most. If you hear my song in the wind at night, Keep drivin’ hard, keep your grip on life. ‘Cause the road’s got teeth and it loves to take, We’re all leavin’ graves on the interstate.
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