You grip the wheel with shaking hands
Across the stretch of barren lands
The diesel hums a heavy beat
The asphalt burns beneath the heat
You see the poles in silver rows
The heavy wind of winter blows
The pine trees lean against the gray
To watch the daylight slip away
Listen to the wire hum
Wait for all the sparks to come
Static on the telephone
You are not out here alone
You check the mirror for a light
A single spark within the night
The dashboard glows a ghostly green
The coldest road you have ever seen
Listen to the wire hum
Wait for all the sparks to come
Static on the telephone
You are not out here alone
Snap a photo of the rust
Leave the city in the dust
Cut the brake and feel the slide
Open up the doors inside
The forest edge is sharp and black
There is no way of turning back
You hear the buzz of distant talk
Along the gravel where you walk
The signal jumps a jagged line
A sudden gold and electric sign
You find the frequency you need
At a frantic and a shaking speed
Listen to the wire hum
Wait for all the sparks to come
Static on the telephone
You are not out here alone
Static on the line
You are doing fine
Static on the line
