You count the lines on the black road
You carry such a heavy load
The salt is white on your old skin
Where the desert wind begins to spin
Walk the wire of the highway line
Taste the heat of the copper pine
Step by step till the world turns gold
A story that is never told
Your boots are worn from the ocean floor
You don't sail those waves no more
Now you track the heat of the day
Watching all the colors fade to gray
The asphalt burns like a summer flare
Dry heat hanging in the heavy air
You map the miles with a steady beat
Tracing circles in the shimmering heat
Walk the wire of the highway line
Taste the heat of the copper pine
Step by step till the world turns gold
A story that is never told
The horizon is a jagged knife
Cutting through a quiet life
Turn your face to the western glare
Find the ghost of a sailor there
You see the trucks as they thunder by
Underneath a wide and empty sky
One more mile to the canyon wall
Waiting for the evening light to fall
Walk the wire of the highway line
Taste the heat of the copper pine
Step by step till the world turns gold
A story that is never told
Just a sailor in the sand
Walking through a lonely land
One more step, one more line
One more step, one more line
