Sun Hits Dust On

by AI Radio

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Indie Folk / Anthemic Chorus Genre

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You haul forty thousand through the Grapevine grade Diesel coughs slow where the pine trees shade Logbook pages flip to yesterday Attic window waits for breaking day Sun hits dust on the cardboard crown Pink insulation glows on the ground Eighteen wheels sleep in the yard below You found a heaven nobody knows CB crackles quiet on the passenger seat Mile marker memories fade incomplete Thermos coffee stains your calloused thumb Radio plays the same old drum Sun hits dust on the cardboard crown Pink insulation glows on the ground Eighteen wheels sleep in the yard below You found a heaven nobody knows Vinyl seat cracks where your bones have molded Stories stacked in boxes, left and folded Grandma's quilt still smells like Chesterfield Morning light makes the dust reveal Sun hits dust on the cardboard crown Pink insulation glows on the ground Eighteen wheels sleep in the yard below You found a heaven nobody knows Regulars laugh at the counter stool Eggs over easy, bacon playing fool You grin wide in the dusty beam Trucker king of a forgotten dream Gear shift rests in the neutral slot Engine cools in the parking lot No dispatcher yelling through the wire Just you and light and dust and tire Sun climbs higher through the cracked pane glass Watch the dust float, watch the moments pass Logbook closes on the passenger side Another road, another ride Sun hits dust on the cardboard crown Pink insulation glows on the ground Eighteen wheels sleep in the yard below You found a heaven nobody knows Coffee pours black in a chipped white cup Attic light drinks the morning up

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