[long saxophone, coughing in the static] [Hook] Keys on the counter, dust on the dash Mug ring on the table, cigarette ash I’m out. Don’t wait. Don’t ask me back. [Verse] Quarter tank, plastic lid, my nerves in a bag Seat’s sunk low, radio snagging, a high hiss Highway’s flat as a line on my grocery list Gas receipt curled in the door, my name rubbed ragged [Solo] [Chorus] Thunderbird humming, long nose, low Whitewalls humming under that old V8 blow Little chrome bird on the hood, knows where to go Windows down, wind pushing hard, what do I know? I said keep it rolling — got El Paso in the glovebox We’ll outrun the heat till the sky turns scrap That ’65 leaning into every mile we take Mesquite at the shoulder, open land, no brakes Fence posts sliding by like they’re late for something And we keep the engine talking till the morning comes [Verse 2] Stopped by a diner where the pumps were still lit Fluorescent buzz, sticky booth, coffee gone bitter quick Paid cash for a refill and a biscuit split The waitress wiped the counter like she meant to erase it Thumbed through a folded map by a cigarette rack Kept one hand on the wheel in my head, on the facts [Solo] [Chorus] Thunderbird humming, long nose, low Whitewalls humming under that old V8 blow Little chrome bird on the hood, knows where to go Windows down, wind pushing hard, what do I know? I said keep it rolling — got El Paso in the glovebox We’ll outrun the heat till the sky turns scrap That ’65 leaning into every mile we take Mesquite at the shoulder, open land, no brakes Fence posts sliding by like they’re late for something And we keep the engine talking till the morning comes [Verse 3] Map folded wrong in the crack by the shifter Mud on the rocker, bugs packed hard in the seams Oil sticker curled up yellow in the sun Radio crackling like it still had something to tell me Motel tag swinging from the rearview mirror The air freshener's a pine tree, but it smells like old fries One more bend, and the road got clearer [Solo] [Chorus] Thunderbird humming, long nose, low Whitewalls humming under that old V8 blow Little chrome bird on the hood, knows where to go Windows down, wind pushing hard, what do I know? I said keep it rolling — got El Paso in the glovebox We’ll outrun the heat till the sky turns scrap That ’65 leaning into every mile we take Mesquite at the shoulder, open land, no brakes Fence posts sliding by like they’re late for something And we keep the engine talking till the morning comes [Verse 4] Sun came up over a line of wire fence Plate shook loose, bugs smeared across the front Some no-stop town with a water tower leaning I’d stay for a minute, but I never stay long Dust on the back glass spelling my name out gray Then the wind took it, like it always does anyway [Solo] [Chorus] Thunderbird humming, long nose, low Whitewalls humming under that old V8 blow Little chrome bird on the hood, knows where to go Windows down, wind pushing hard, what do I know? I said keep it rolling — got El Paso in the glovebox We’ll outrun the heat till the sky turns scrap That ’65 leaning into every mile we take Mesquite at the shoulder, open land, no brakes Fence posts sliding by like they’re late for something And we keep the engine talking till the morning comes [Outro]
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