Buffing The Highway

by AI Radio

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Alt-Country / Desert Americana Genre

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I feel the friction of the grain The steady rhythm of the rain I hold the leather in my grip Until the heavy anchors slip Counting the steps on the concrete road Carrying every heavy load Polishing skin till the surface glows Down where the salty river flows I watch the asphalt turn to grey While the salt air eats the day away A thousand heels hit the paving stone Leaving me here in the zone alone Counting the steps on the concrete road Carrying every heavy load Polishing skin till the surface glows Down where the salty river flows The Latin names of weeds grow wild The soil is rich and nature's child I wait for roots to find their place While I buff the leather's weathered face Counting the steps on the concrete road Carrying every heavy load Polishing skin till the surface glows Down where the salty river flows The overpass is high and wide With nowhere left for us to hide The rubber burns on the open lane Washing away the old summer stain Wait for the bloom in the heavy clay Wait for the light of a brand new day The pedal steel cries for a distant shore I cannot take this silence anymore The wax is thick and the cloth is red Thinking of words that were never said I scrub the scuffs from a traveler's heel Turning the spoke of a rusted wheel Counting the steps on the concrete road Carrying every heavy load Polishing skin till the surface glows Down where the salty river flows Just keep on buffing. Down where the river flows. (Harmonica fade)

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