作曲:Levi Stoker
作词:Levi Stoker
The urn was just a coffee can sewn with cracked thread
Held together by a prayer and a rusted out ledge
We stood where the highway split the desert in two
Waiting for dust to pull the old man through
No velvet curtains and no choir in the loft
Just the smell of hot oil and the world turning soft
I tipped the metal over and I let the gray fly
A cloud of gritty mem against the Kansas sky
The wind took the calcium the rain took the weight
But it couldn't touch the engine or the hand of fate
He's scattered on blacktop tonight
Dancing in the hot engine looking for a fight
The body's just a ghost in the radiator grill
But the stories took the rest and they're rolling still
Yeah you can't sweep him up
And you can't settle the dust
He's a grit in the gears in the heart of the road
Every eighteen wheeler that thunders past his spot
Kicks up a little bit of the fire he caught
He's hitching a ride on every westbound breeze
Burning through the valley and the cedar trees
He's a heavyweight phantom with a million mile stare
You can't see the man but you can feel him in the air
He's scattered on blacktop tonight
Dancing in the hot things and looking for a fight
The body's just a ghost in the radiator grill
But the stories took the rest and the road and still
Yeah you can't sweep him up
And you can't settle the dust
He's a grit in the gears in my heart of the road
The canvas is stiff but the spirit is clean
I'm the toughest down rebel that this world's ever seen
I ain't out of breath
I'm just finding my second lean
Scattered on the blacktop
Where the spores don't stop
Wind took the bone
The road is his home
He's gone
But he's gaining on