You see that scrap of metal shine
Under the heat of the white line
Sinking deep in the red clay sand
Lost in a dry and hollow land
Silver glass ghost in the Arizona sun
Holding a story that has just begun
Freeze every frame in a chemical glow
Waiting for someone to tell it where to go
You lean your back on the hot chrome grill
While the desert wind is standing still
The lens is cracked like a spider web
Where the summer tides begin to ebb
Silver glass ghost in the Arizona sun
Holding a story that has just begun
Freeze every frame in a chemical glow
Waiting for someone to tell it where to go
The leather strap is a weathered grey
Worn by the salt of a long lost day
A heavy shutter and a rusted gear
Hiding the things that you used to fear
The road is a ribbon of burning black
And there ain't no way of turning back
Pick up the relic and shake the grime
Steal back a second of borrowed time
You wipe the grit from the optic eye
Under a wide and a copper sky
One click of metal and the light hits fast
Locking a ghost in a frame to last
Silver glass ghost in the Arizona sun
Holding a story that has just begun
Freeze every frame in a chemical glow
Waiting for someone to tell it where to go
Drive through the canyon and leave the waste
Leave all the bitter and salty taste
The shutter is closed and the image is clear
The road is the only thing that is near
Silver glass ghost in the Arizona sun
Holding a story that has just begun
Freeze every frame in a chemical glow
Waiting for someone to tell it where to go
Just a piece of glass in the sand. Keep driving, kid.
Keep on driving.
