Track Insight / Lyrics
Radar shows static, heat on the screen
Life vest hangs dry, faded forest green
Mile sixty-two, no water in sight
Asphalt and saguaro own the night
I'm a desert deckhand, landlocked and stuck
Steering a wheel on a highway truck
No tide charts here, just center lines
Waiting for water that never arrives
Diner coffee burns like diesel in my gut
Short stack dreams, yolks running, door slammed shut
Hash browns scattered, smothered, covered in dust
Regulars ask why I'm trading salt for rust
Radio crackles, coast guard gone silent
Static like bacon grease, hissing, violent
Gulls replaced by vultures circling the shoulder
Tie-off lines coiled, getting older and older
I'm a desert deckhand, landlocked and stuck
Steering a wheel on a highway truck
No tide charts here, just center lines
Waiting for water that never arrives
One hand on the wheel, one on the chart
Plotting a course through a cactus heart
No anchor holds in this baked clay ground
Just the hum of tires, the only sound
Pie slice waiting, cherry red on the plate
Fuel gauge dropping, sealing my fate
But the griddle's hot and the coffee's strong
I'll ferry this highway all night long
I'm a desert deckhand, landlocked and stuck
Steering a wheel on a highway truck
No tide charts here, just center lines
Waiting for water that never arrives
Just asphalt waves and engine drives
Engine drives
Desert deckhand
