Track Insight / Lyrics
Diesel coughs at fourteen thousand feet
Whiteout swallows the yellow line
My hands know the wheel's cold beat
Ten hours since the last town sign
Radio static, no divine
My beam sweeps the temple stone
Ancient walls wake from the unknown
Snow flies back from the holy glow
This rig's my lighthouse on the road
Then the beam catches carved grey stone
Pillars rising through the drifts
Not on any map I've known
Just a myth the old logs gift
Snow guards what the builder lifts
My beam sweeps the temple stone
Ancient walls wake from the unknown
Snow flies back from the holy glow
This rig's my lighthouse on the road
Lion heads guard the frozen gate
Sanskrit carved in lichen black
Headlights make the dark abate
History rides on my back
Just me and the tire track
Harmonium hums in the cab tonight
No foghorn here, just silence deep
Stone drinks the light, turns dark to bright
Keeper's watch, a promise keep
Twenty years I trimmed the wick
On that rock where gulls would cry
Now I drive this iron stick
Chasing dawn across the sky
Salt in blood, but mountains high
My beam sweeps the temple stone
Ancient walls wake from the unknown
Snow flies back from the holy glow
This rig's my lighthouse on the road
Engine brakes as I pull near
Foot tambourine taps on the floor
Gang vocals rise, the drone to hear
Temple breathes behind the door
Headlight hymn, nothing more
My beam sweeps the temple stone
Ancient walls wake from the unknown
Snow flies back from the holy glow
This rig's my lighthouse on the road
Headlight hymn on temple stone
Ancient light finds driver home
