Blue denim wears the dust like medals earned
Steel-toed boots tap rhythm on the turn
Arizona sun bleeds orange through the glass
Miles unfold slow as hourglasses pass
He welds the dawn with arc light in his hands
Desert swallows smoke from metal lands
No passenger pays fare for this ride
Just horizon burning at his side
Torch tip kisses joint where seams align
Molten silver writes a crooked line
Cabbie wisdom says the road don't lie
Heat shimmers dance where eagles fly
Radio static coughs through sagebrush air
Saguaros stand like sentinels aware
He measures gaps in heartbeats not in miles
Desert teaches patience through the tiles
He welds the dawn with arc light in his hands
Desert swallows smoke from metal lands
No passenger pays fare for this ride
Just horizon burning at his side
Night falls heavy on the painted lines
Stars weld themselves to heaven's signs
Morning cracks the dark with gold surprise
Reflected in his weathered eyes
Blue denim fades to ghost of indigo
Wheels eat asphalt steady sure and slow
Taxman's meter ticks in some far town
He builds the bones the world walks down
He welds the dawn with arc light in his hands
Desert swallows smoke from metal lands
No passenger pays fare for this ride
Just horizon burning at his side
Steel remembers every hand that guides
Arc light paints the road in copper gold
Story written in the metal told
