Track Insight / Lyrics
He rolls west on the I-four-zero
Blue denim jacket, worn like a hero
Torch tip kisses the cold steel seam
Morning coffee in a dented tin dream
Blue denim horizon, swallowing the sun
Welder's arc writes the day before it's done
Heat haze shimmers on the painted line
He owns the road, yeah, the road is mine
Saguaro sentinels stand guard at noon
Radio crackles a static tune
Lunch pail sits on the passenger seat
Boots caked heavy with the desert heat
Copper wire gleams in the evening light
He strikes the rod, makes the joint hold tight
No boss man breathing down his neck
Just the engine hum and the cashier's check
Blue denim horizon, swallowing the sun
Welder's arc writes the day before it's done
Heat haze shimmers on the painted line
He owns the road, yeah, the road is mine
Night falls heavy on the Mormon Lake
He pulls the rig for a whiskey break
Stars burn bright without a city glare
Nobody waiting, nobody there
Dawn cracks open the purple sky
Tires kiss the line as the hours fly
Another bead laid on a pipe so long
He sings along to the radio song
Blue denim horizon, swallowing the sun
Welder's arc writes the day before it's done
Heat haze shimmers on the painted line
He owns the road, yeah, the road is mine
Blue denim horizon, forever he roams
King of the weld, king of the open roads
Meter stops ticking, the fare is paid
Blue denim horizon, the road he made
