Coffee burns in a plastic cup
Wait for the desert sun to wake up
Pour the brew while the diner hums
Counting beats till the morning comes
Follow the line where the asphalt glows
Where the red wind beats and the river flows
Trace the edge of a copper sky
Watch the heavy haulers rolling by
I kept the lamp in the salt and spray
Washed the grit of the world away
Now I walk where the heat is gold
Stories that the lonely highways hold
Apron tied and the counter clean
Smallest town that I've ever seen
Tipping hats to the men in blue
Looking for a road that leads to you
Follow the line where the asphalt glows
Where the red wind beats and the river flows
Trace the edge of a copper sky
Watch the heavy haulers rolling by
Old iron bells and a rusted gate
Telling me it is far too late
A single light in a wide black sea
Is the only thing that sets me free
Two roads meet at the canyon wall
Waiting for the summer rain to fall
Leave the pot on the burner low
Saddle up and it is time to go
Follow the line where the asphalt glows
Where the red wind beats and the river flows
Trace the edge of a copper sky
Watch the heavy haulers rolling by
Copper line, copper line. Ride it home.
Ride it home.
