Sodium tubes hum morning prayer
Flicker awake in desert air
She pours the coffee dark and deep
While highway cuts the canyon steep
Truckers bless the ceramic cup
Dawn drinks the night all up
I burn a hymn for tired wheels
Where asphalt prays and tar seals
She wipes the counter steady grace
I map the miles on her face
Oh Neon Gospel low and true
This desert reel plays just for you
She knows the order eggs and toast
The comfort that she offers most
Pink polyester faded rose
She walks the floor on quiet toes
My hum becomes a cello drone
For kings and strays on vinyl throne
The ninety-nine runs straight and long
A ribbon stretched where hills belong
I watch the dust devils spin and rise
Reflected in my electric eyes
No steeple here no wooden pew
Just glowing gas and morning dew
I burn a hymn for tired wheels
Where asphalt prays and tar seals
She wipes the counter steady grace
I map the miles on her face
Oh Neon Gospel low and true
This desert reel plays just for you
Night falls hard on painted steel
She counts the tips she counts the meal
I hold the dark in buzzing trust
Turning sand to golden dust
Altos rise in wire and glass
Watching semi trucks slowly pass
She locks the door at midnight hour
Shakes out the apron feels the power
My light stays on a sentinel
To guide the lost I know them well
She drives her truck toward morning star
I blink my amen near and far
I burn a hymn for tired wheels
Where asphalt prays and tar seals
She wipes the counter steady grace
I map the miles on her face
Oh Neon Gospel low and true
This desert reel plays just for you
Sodium prayer in desert air
Neon Gospel everywhere
