Black hide gripping on the wheel
Cold morning wind and heavy steel
Searing coffee in a plastic cup
Wait for the golden sun to wake up
Leather gloves on a desert road
Carrying a heavy load
Arizona heat and open wide
Nowhere left for us to hide
Salty grease on a white ceramic plate
Pushed the pedal just to challenge fate
Stiff leather fingers feel the humming gear
The humming road is all I want to hear
Leather gloves on a desert road
Carrying a heavy load
Arizona heat and open wide
Nowhere left for us to hide
Saguaro stand like ghosts along the way
The asphalt burns in a haze of grey
Scent of old oil and a worn out seat
Rhythm of the tires on the summer heat
Tension pulls the stitching tight
Hold the line until the night
Shift the weight and feel the slide
Take a long and lonely ride
Silver chrome reflecting in the glare
Dry wind blowing through my messy hair
One last order of the diner fries
Looking at the distance in your eyes
Leather gloves on a desert road
Carrying a heavy load
Arizona heat and open wide
Nowhere left for us to hide
Copper canyons turning deep and red
Words of warning that were never said
Tighten the grip and let the engine scream
Living in a wide and waking beam
Leather gloves on a desert road
Carrying a heavy load
Arizona heat and open wide
Nowhere left for us to hide
Leather and line
Just the leather and line
Drive it home tonight
