Chrome is peeling off my grill.
Everything is standing still.
Sands are blowing through the door.
I can't take it anymore.
I am the ghost of the open road.
Carrying a heavy load.
Sinking deep in the desert red.
Waiting for the light to spread.
Oil is leaking on the clay.
Burning in the heat of day.
Diesel fumes are getting thin.
Let the salty wind begin.
I am the ghost of the open road.
Carrying a heavy load.
Sinking deep in the desert red.
Waiting for the light to spread.
Cigarette burns on the seat.
Shaking in the midday heat.
Gear shift frozen in a line.
Running out of golden time.
Tires flat on the salted floor.
I don't hear the engine roar.
Copper sky and a heavy haze.
Lost inside a summer blaze.
Cactus needles in the tire.
Sun is like a liquid fire.
Paint is flaking off my side.
Nowhere left for me to hide.
I am the ghost of the open road.
Carrying a heavy load.
Sinking deep in the desert red.
Waiting for the light to spread.
Half a map upon the dash.
Wait for all the sparks to crash.
Miles of asphalt turn to grey.
Watching all the colors fray.
I am the ghost of the open road.
Carrying a heavy load.
Sinking deep in the desert red.
Waiting for the light to spread.
Iron rust red. Iron rust red.
Sinking deep.
Sinking deep.
