Steering wheel wears my second skin
Dawn cracks open where we begin
Mile markers count like prayer beads
Engine hums what the driver needs
Road leather knows the desert song
Hot wind sings where we belong
Four hundred miles of burning black
We grip tight and don't look back
Driver's palms sweat through the run
Dawn breaks open like a gun
Gear shift kisses my worn thumb
Engine drums a steady hum
Cactus shadows stretch across the plain
Heat rises like a ghost's complaint
Passenger left a coffee stain
Memory fading in the paint
Road leather knows the desert song
Hot wind sings where we belong
Four hundred miles of burning black
We grip tight and don't look back
Steering column shakes like bones
Brake pedal sings a metal tone
We're the only thing he owns
That holds the dark and keeps the chrome
Tucson lights bleed through the haze
Driver counts his final pay
Another night, another maze
Leather breathes through cooling days
Road leather knows the desert song
Hot wind sings where we belong
Four hundred miles of burning black
We grip tight and don't look back
Road leather knows the desert song
We grip tight and don't look back
