【Verse 1】 Driving down the highway on the border line, A nameless sound is drifting from the radio of mine. A dry and dusty rhythm keeping steady time and beat, While a distant wind is blowing through the desert heat. Man, I’ve traveled so far on this lonely track, I forgot the very place that I used to call back. Got this beat-up Telecaster holding in my hand, Playing bluesy phrases that I learned across the land. 【Pre-Chorus 1】 There is nothing left to bind me, nothing holds me down, No more heavy chains to tie me to that old familiar town. I just follow where my compass wants to point and steer, Moving forward to a world that is becoming clear. 【Chorus 1】 Telecaster Dream, Well, a life like this ain't so bad it seems. Strumming on these rusty strings under the pale moonlight, Singing out my lonely song into the pre-dawn night. Telecaster Dream, Holding on this scratched-up body, bursting at the seam. For every little thing I lost along the stormy road, The deeper that the sound will ring to lighten up my load. 【Verse 2】 Seems like I was trapped inside a long and heavy dream, A lovely lady smiled at me beside a gentle stream. But when I reached my hand to touch, she faded into air, Before I even asked her name, she wasn't standing there. My fingers pluck the strings, a galloping design, Life is such a funny thing, a twisted, crooked line. No matter how far I may go, the end is out of sight, A high-pitched crying phrase is screaming through the night. 【Pre-Chorus 2】 Town to town and night to day, the endless miles roll, Only drifts of blowing dust companion to my soul. Even if my ghost from yesterday is chasing after me, I just step upon the gas and set my spirit free. 【Chorus 2】 Telecaster Dream, Well, a loneliness like this ain't so bad it seems. Even on a starless night when darkness starts to grow, These six strings will light the path and tell me where to go. Telecaster Dream, I don't have a final place or any kind of scheme. Deep inside my heavy chest, it keeps on ringing strong, I will trust that single sound to carry me along. 【Bridge】 Someone told me long ago, a story they would tell, A dream will end the moment that it comes alive and well. But this dream of mine is different, it's a crazy chasing game, The closer that I try to get, the further flies the flame. On the edge of this worn-out map, frayed and torn apart, The lights of some forbidden town are shaking in my heart. And that's alright, yeah that's okay, I'm doing just fine, There is still no reason left to cross the homeward line. 【Guitar Solo】 Cutting through the dry wind, sharp as a knife, The pick is racing through the night, bringing it to life. The cutting rhythm's biting, the choking screams so high, That old forgotten longing is still alive and well... Right here in these fingertips, I feel the magic spell! 【Last Chorus】 Telecaster Dream, Well, a life like this ain't so bad it seems. With my muddy leather boots and dust upon my brow, I am walking to a morning that I've never seen till now. Telecaster Dream, I don't care if all my notes are scarred and far from clean. If I can only be myself, true to what is right, Then that's enough for me to make it through the night. Telecaster Dream, On the highway by the border where the canyon gleams, Another bluesy phrase will echo out to stay, Ringing through the empty air until the break of day. 【Outro】 My beat-up Telecaster, old and turning gray, Sleeping in the passenger seat as I drive away. When the distant eastern sky is turning soft and white, I'll head into the next new town, leaving with the light...
