Silas Crowe - Miles In My Bones

Windshield cracked, the sky’s gone gray, Been ridin’ this road since yesterday. Tired eyes on the blacktop line, Tryin’ to find a place I ain’t already known. These hands don’t heal, they just scar slow, Calloused up from every place I had to go. The road don’t love, it just takes its toll, Leavin’ dust and debt where it should’ve left gold. I got miles in my bones, blues in my skin, Wheels keep spinnin’ like the shape I’m in. Ain’t no home, ain’t no throne, Just a worn-out soul and the miles in my bones. Cigarette ash on a diner plate, Coffee tastes like time runnin’ late. Payphone hums, no one home, You get used to losin’ when you’re always gone. I’ve slept in the cab, I’ve froze by the tracks, Lost good years I ain’t ever gettin’ back. The sky keeps movin’, the pay stays thin, And I swear that same sun burns me again. I got miles in my bones, blues in my skin, Wheels keep spinnin’ like the shape I’m in. Ain’t no home, ain’t no throne, Just a worn-out soul and the miles in my bones. There’s blood on the wheel and songs in the dust, I’ve cussed every god I thought I could trust. But the harp still howls when the night gets cold, That’s how I talk when ain’t no one around to heal my soul… Heal my soul Truck stop moon, buzzin’ no-vacancy sign, Ain’t no heaven in the overtime, Ain’t no heaven waitin’ down this line, Just the next damn mile and a heavy mind. I got miles in my bones, dust in my name, Every town’s different but the hurt’s the same. If the road’s got peace, I ain’t known, I got miles to go… yeah, more miles in my bones.