Track Insight / Lyrics
Grease pops on the flat-top grill
Radio plays Waylon still
Trucker walks in, boots caked red
Orders black, no sugar, bread
Desert mile, desert mile
Burning rubber, burning style
Arizona sky don't lie
We just drive, we just drive
Eighteen wheels hum low and deep
Promises I couldn't keep
Phoenix fading in the mirror glass
Another town, another pass
Regulars know the drill by heart
Pie slice ready, coffee cart
You take the booth by window pane
Watch the heat bleed off the plain
Desert mile, desert mile
Burning rubber, burning style
Arizona sky don't lie
We just drive, we just drive
Stars bleed out at 4 AM
Neither one of us asks when
The diner door swings both ways wide
Home is just a longer ride
Sun cracks over Mesa rim
Cook flips eggs, the day begins
Trucker pays and tips his hat
Engine coughs to life, that's that
Desert mile, desert mile
Burning rubber, burning style
Arizona sky don't lie
We just drive, we just drive
Desert mile, desert mile
Cup stays warm on the shelf
Waiting for your next self
