Americana über Flucht, Verlust und einen Bruder, der in Uniform ging und nicht zurückkam. Schotter in der Lunge von all den Meilen.
I wake up to the sound of a train I can't catch
Sun burns the fields like a cigarette match
The bar's got a jukebox stuck on the same song
Same sad voices singin' what went wrong
She left me a note on a cracked motel door
Said "You chase your freedom, I can't chase you no more"
Every goodbye sounds the same
Different face, same kind of pain
I got gravel in my lungs from the miles I ran
Dust in my veins and blood on my hands
If I make it out, I'm not lookin' back
Yeah, I been livin' fast, but I'm movin' slow
If I die tonight on this dead-end track
Just bury me where the highway bends back
There's a cross on the hill with my brother's name
Wind in the wire singin' quiet blame
I talk to the dark like it's my old friend
'Cause the dark's the only thing listenin' in
He left in green with a crooked grin
Said "I'll be back," then the world went thin
Letters came slow, then they stopped that fall
Flag on the door, boots in the hall
Now I march through days with his name in my chest
Every breath I take is a breath he left
I got gravel in my lungs from the miles I ran
Still chokin' on dreams I don't understand
If heaven's real, it's a long way back
From the roads I burned and the love I cracked
Yeah, I been livin' fast, but I'm payin' slow
Every mile I took, it took me though
If I die tonight on this dead-end track
Don't cry for me, just light a match
Let it burn behind me in the rearview glass
I ain't lookin' back, I ain't lookin' back
