Engine cooling on a gravel shoulder Sun coming up like it owes me nothing And gives it anyway Diner coffee, the waitress knows my order Calls me honey though she's met me once Old man tips his hat from a porch in Tucumcari Says the rain's been kind, says the corn came up And I keep collecting these faces Strangers leaving thumbprints on my chest Every mile a little wider open Than the last Town to Town the porch lights find me Hands I'll never see again Holding doors I didn't knock on Lord, I don't deserve this much But it keeps on coming Kid in Memphis sold me half a melon Wouldn't take the change, just grinned and ran Two old widows danced a slow one on the sidewalk To a radio nobody owned And I keep collecting these mornings Folding them like maps I'll never lose Every road another stranger's kindness Pulling through There were years I thought the world was teeth and weather Years I drove with both fists on the wheel Then somebody fed me when I had no reason Now I can't unfeel the way it heals Town to town the porch lights find me Hands I'll never see again Holding doors I didn't knock on Lord, I don't deserve this much No, I don't deserve this much And it keeps on coming Engine cooling on a gravel shoulder Sun coming up And gives it anyway © 2026 Synkov LLC. All rights reserved.
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