Track Insight / Lyrics
I drove the flats for twenty years
I know the grit, I know the gears
The sand is hot, the wind is mean
The roughest road I ever seen
A copper sky, a heavy haze
I spent my life in orange blaze
The meter clicks, the fare is paid
In this heat, no man finds shade
Two gold coins sink in the sea
Of rolling dunes and memory
Right by the ramp of the Ebon Hawk
Where the old ghosts come to talk
I see the ship, a silver shell
A resting place, a quiet spell
The metal cools in evening air
I park my rig and leave it there
Two gold coins sink in the sea
Of rolling dunes and memory
Right by the ramp of the Ebon Hawk
Where the old ghosts come to talk
The desert knows a secret code
Of every turn on every road
It takes your pride, it takes your name
But every sunset looks the same
My hands are worn, my eyes are dim
The horizon line is just a rim
I shift the gear, I slow the pace
I see the lines upon my face
A steady hum, a low vibration
The ending of a long migration
I close the door, I turn the key
The open waste is calling me
Two gold coins sink in the sea
Of rolling dunes and memory
Right by the ramp of the Ebon Hawk
Where the old ghosts come to talk
Just two suns low.
Way down low.
Double sun low.
