(Verse 1) Dust on the Chevy, lantern in my hand Mile markers swallowed by a desert band Numbers like prayers carved into stone A boy laid down alone, left the page to roam (Pre-chorus) He said the nothing ain’t nothing at all Every road's a copy waiting to fall (Chorus) Follow the scorned scia in the sand Two ways to walk but the same last stand Light up a line, or fold to the dark Either way the sum keeps its mark (Verse 2) Old men with hats keeping ledger of shame They move like shadows, never call no name Pages in hands that travel like sin We steal one back and watch the net begin (Pre-chorus) He wrote the totals, the sequences true Told me the order don’t change what’s due (Chorus) Follow the scia in the sand Two ways to walk but the same last stand Light up a line, or fold to the dark Either way the sum keeps its mark (Bridge) Under the moon where the map cuts deep We pick the lock on the promises they keep Keys with thirteen, old men with new lies We burn the edges but the center survives (Instrumental break — guitar lead) (Verse 3) When the names came down they wore Sunday suits Orders like sermons and invoices to boot Someone decided prayer was too loud So they laid down a blanket, then shut out the crowd (Chorus — variations) Follow the scia in the sand Two orders same sum across this land We lit our torches, let the ledger shake Truth ain’t nothing you can make disappear (Outro) Dust on the Chevy, lantern in my hand I keep the page for the boy who learned to stand Where the numbers are lines and the lines are roads I’ll follow the scia until it shows
