Track Insight / Lyrics
I'm the gravel shoulder, cracked and grey
Watching truckers chase the dying day
Ferry deckhand waves from painted steel
Wonder how the open road would feel
I'm the highway, I'm the line
Cutting through the copper pine
Hold the wheel and hold it true
I'll be here to carry you
Tarantulas cross my burning skin
Moonlight cools the metal I live in
Deckhand counts the miles he'll never drive
Dreaming of a lane where he can thrive
I'm the highway, I'm the line
Cutting through the copper pine
Hold the wheel and hold it true
I'll be here to carry you
Rest stop coffee steams on cracked linoleum
Strangers trade their silence, brief and lonely
Deckhand feels the ferry sway and groan
Wishes he could call the road his own
I'm the highway, I'm the line
Cutting through the copper pine
Hold the wheel and hold it true
I'll be here to carry you
Two quiet souls on different tracks
One rides the water, one rides the cracks
But every mile and every wave
Is just a road that someone gave
Semi trucks are lullabies to me
Painted lines are all I'll ever be
Deckhand ties the rope and meets my gaze
We're both just counting down our separate days
I'm the highway, I'm the line
Cutting through the copper pine
Hold the wheel and hold it true
I'll be here to carry you
Yeah, I'll be here to carry you
Asphalt hums a prayer beneath the wheels
Deckhand knows exactly how it feels
