I drove the night for a heavy fare
The humid weight in the swampy air
A thousand turns on a gravel road
Carrying a heavy, heavy load
White ceramic on a cedar plank
Where the muddy water meets the bank
Steam is rising in a ghostly glow
While the bayou waters slowly flow
I've seen the miles in a rearview glass
Watching the cypress and willow pass
The weather turns and the wind gets cold
A driver's truth is a story told
A chipped blue rim and a bitter brew
The kind of morning that feels brand new
The porch is shaking in the evening breeze
While the moss is hanging from the trees
White ceramic on a cedar plank
Where the muddy water meets the bank
Steam is rising in a ghostly glow
While the bayou waters slowly flow
The meter runs but the time stands still
A quiet moment on a grassy hill
The copper light hits the porcelain skin
This is where the better days begin
The streetlights flicker in a distant town
The heavy sun is finally going down
I park the car and I close the door
I don't need the city anymore
White ceramic on a cedar plank
Where the muddy water meets the bank
Steam is rising in a ghostly glow
While the bayou waters slowly flow
Just a coffee mug in the purple light
Driving home into the velvet night
Gold sky, gold sky.
