Most days, it’s just my truck and I,
I’ve convinced myself it’s the only way.
The way on the road,
Keeping the pipes and pistons aligned,
Fueling the tank,
Combustion in the dark,
Swigs of sweet poison,
And we all know, it’s a loud and lonesome highway.
But this dark sunset just beyond my dash pulls me,
Hypnotizes and keeps me,
To the last of the light.