Love is the pavement. With spit in your heart. Slow diamond's no laughter. Sweep the hellhound trail. . Translate the faces. Wash off the dust. Smoke plume twilight.
Facing the crossroads we've come to. Waited and we're sinking thoughts of heresy. It's been slow, a good show, just the same. Been hanging on so long, hanging on for so long.
US highway from north to south.. It's history breathing.. Get out from under the gun. And drive down Highway 61.. . Hannibal's son saw the Gold Rush,.
Written about to death. Around for another breath. The cops will run. The masses will flow. Killed by consolidation. Killed by saturation. The underground will correct.
Riding waves of sound. 300 mile from Metropolitan. Grapes of wrath all around. Riding waves of sound. . Breath on lines everyone's story. Find a spot until the names are called.
Now and then it keeps you running. It never seems to die. The trail's spent with fear. Not enough living on the outside. Never seem to get far enough.
When the world wants right and wrong. Could you break me the news. If I asked you to lie. Would you tell me the truth. . In this darkest hour. A brave face will break soon.
You're on the wild side,. You're out wind and free. A lot's wrong in this darkness. You're the sight that's always seen. I don't worry for what comes around.
Now and then it keeps you running. It never seems to die. The trail's spent with fear. Not enough living on the outside. Never seem to get far enough.
Who'll work the assembly line?. Who'll pull the freight on time?. Who'll work the all night haul?. Who'll explain it all when the wheels don't move?. .
A mobile means to make the time. A whirlwind half mast the senses. . Shaking your own brand of rhyme. Shaking your own brand of rhyme. . On wide avenues the air moves the sound.
Still breaking through, still breaking, breaking through, still. The dogs have drowned, stealing young. Slow motion highway, dreams of dust. 80s and hearts are burning through.
Put whiskey on the wounds. Salt the glass and say goodbye. No feel-good scenes to bring it back. Just falling brick and broken glass. . Wrecking-ball operator.
Mileage has taken its toll. Paid it with lines to show. You've had your fill of asphalt. Cough tremors, and smoke-filled doors. Look like the habit controls you.
Mileage has taken its toll. Paid it with lines to show. You've had your fill of asphalt. Cough tremors, and smoke-filled doors. Look like the habit controls you.
Had a thought that consumed a good for bad. I can reckon I can never beat the wheel. There's a white tap stealing a nightmare. Shadows laughing and making deals.
Hurricanes in December-earthquakes in the heartland. Bad air index on a flashing warning sign. Bound for trouble-the picture is dirty. . We'll know when we get there.
Nothing to take back or exchange. Double engine dawn express train. Always dreamin', it's the search not the find. Louder than sounds on stream machine.
There's a loving walks of mine. Around the blues of a midnight rain. There's a love without fighting. There's a love without pain. There's a love without question.
When you find what matters is what you feel. It arrives and it disappears. Driving down sunny Forty Four Highway. There's a beach there known for cancer waiting to happen.