My paint peels like old fry batter
Salt eats steel nothing matters
Cactus waves where water used to be
Semi horns sing lullabies to me
Grease stains map the years I've served
Rusty anchor stuck in sand
Watching traffic no dry land
You roll past I stay put
Two old ghosts in desert rut
Still holding on rusty anchor
Grease stains on my deck plates shine
Like the diner's counter line
Coffee burns in thermos cup
Highway drinks the sunset up
Radio plays static songs
Rusty anchor stuck in sand
Watching traffic no dry land
You roll past I stay put
Two old ghosts in desert rut
Still holding on rusty anchor
Tumbleweeds roll right along
Driver nods we share a glance
No words needed just a chance
Night falls hard on asphalt skin
Stars don't care where I've been
Rusty anchor stuck in sand
Watching traffic no dry land
You roll past I stay put
Two old ghosts in desert rut
Still holding on rusty anchor
But your headlights kiss my bow
Brighter than any harbor now
Morning brings the coffee run
Another day another sun
I'll still be here when you're gone
Rusty anchor carrying on
Paint peels fresh like morning bacon
Salt eats deep but I'm not breaking
Cactus waves still salute me
Semi horns still sing me free
Rusty anchor stuck in sand
Watching traffic no dry land
You roll past I stay put
Two old ghosts in desert rut
Still holding on rusty anchor
Engine dies gravel waits
Highway hums through desert gates
