I sit on a porch of weathered pine
Watching the white asphalt line
The Arizona heat burns the air
I wait for a soul to stop there
Rocking back and forth in the heat
Where the desert wind and highway meet
Swaying slow while the big rigs fly
Underneath a wide open sky
My cedar slats are cracked and grey
Counting the miles of a long day
The gravel kicks up in a cloud
The roar of the engine is loud
Rocking back and forth in the heat
Where the desert wind and highway meet
Swaying slow while the big rigs fly
Underneath a wide open sky
A traveler rested his tired head
The sun turned the red mountains dead
He left a cigarette on the floor
Then he walked right out of the door
I feel the tremble in the ground
A heavy low and rhythmic sound
The midnight oil starts to glow
I have nowhere left to go
The coyote howls at the pale moon
The summer will be over soon
I hold the weight of a ghost's ghost
A lonely and weathered old post
Rocking back and forth in the heat
Where the desert wind and highway meet
Swaying slow while the big rigs fly
Underneath a wide open sky
My hinges creak like a rusty gate
Patiently playing the long wait
The blacktop is humming a song
Where the wild and the weary belong
Rocking back and forth in the heat
Where the desert wind and highway meet
Swaying slow while the big rigs fly
Underneath a wide open sky
Just keep it rolling. Swaying slow.
Just keep it rolling.
