[intro – minor key slide guitar, ambient dust wind FX, slow rim clicks] [instrumental cue: broken engine idling loop, low rumble pad] [verse 1 – dry vocal, small amp guitar tone] Engine coughed outside the diner Right before the thunder cracked Left a trail of oil and questions Ain’t no tow truck callin’ back Dog was lyin’ on the carpet By the boots I never shined Took his last breath in the quiet While the landlord banged the blinds [verse 2 – kick drum heartbeat enters, gritty slide licks] Tried to move out to the foothills Trade this rust for open air But the deal fell through on Sunday Like God ain’t even there She don’t look me in the eyes now Just keeps foldin’ all the clothes Speakin’ soft so I can’t answer Just lettin’ all the silence grow [pre-chorus – ambient guitar swells, tremolo drone under voice] And I don’t cry much anymore Just wait for the next slam of the door [chorus – big reverb, full band hits, strained vocal delivery] Yeah the hits keep comin’ like a one-two swing Can’t afford gas, can’t afford a ring All my best laid plans just laid me out And the man in the mirror’s full of doubt Ain’t no high road, ain’t no grace Just backroads and bills I can’t face If luck’s a storm, I’m the floodplain drummin’— And the hits keep comin’ [interlude drop – minimal, bowed guitar, broken radio FX] [instrumental cue: static and half-tuned AM gospel fading out] [verse 3 – close mic, almost whispered vocal] Boss says work is cuttin’ hours But they raised the price of bread Kid says “Daddy, you look tired” I say “Nothin’, just my head” Found a crack behind the drywall Where we patched it back in June Funny how the little fractures Always split beneath the moon [bridge – tribal toms, distorted low-end, vocal harmonies cracked] And every day I try to stand But the earth don’t lend a hand I keep breathin’ out my fight Like smoke signals in the night [chorus – repeat with added harmony and vocal grit] Yeah the hits keep comin’ like a freight train burn Dreams don’t crash—they twist and turn I make peace with the mess, light a smoke and hum The blues ain’t gone, they just go numb If hope’s a road, it’s full of rust And I’m drivin’ on fumes and dust Ain’t no savior, ain’t no drummin’— Just the hits keep comin’ [outro – ambient noise fades, final guitar bend into silence] [instrumental cue: one dry kick, broken string twang, wind FX]
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