I am the black skin of the road
Carrying a heavy load
Searing heat and salted grit
Where the desert lizards sit
I feel a shaking in my chest
A stray dog seeking out a rest
He paws the tar with broken nails
Following the ghostly trails
Hear the red dirt hum and roll
Deep inside a lonely soul
Heavy paws on burning stone
Walking through the waste alone
He howls a song of copper light
Bleeding through the coming night
I hold his weight within my grain
Waiting for the sudden rain
Hear the red dirt hum and roll
Deep inside a lonely soul
Heavy paws on burning stone
Walking through the waste alone
Oil leaks like a rusted tear
The highway knows the hidden fear
No one stops and no one stays
Lost inside the summer haze
His breath is hot against the heat
Rhythm of the steady beat
Four white paws and one gold eye
Underneath a purple sky
I stretch for miles of empty sand
Across this dry and hollow land
A hunting hound without a home
Condemned to wander and to roam
Hear the red dirt hum and roll
Deep inside a lonely soul
Heavy paws on burning stone
Walking through the waste alone
Humming low, humming deep.
Red dirt hum.
Red dirt hum.
