Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Concrete ribbons under the moon Humming a lonesome highway tune Stale coffee in a paper cup Waiting for the sun to come up Found a scrap of yellowed page Left there by a different age It was tucked by the sugar jar Brighter than a morning star [Pre-Chorus] A stranger’s hand, a quiet plea Sounded just like you and me Telling tales of a red-brick town Where the sun goes slowly down I felt the loneliness depart From the engine of my heart [Chorus] It was a poem in the dust Turning iron into trust About a swing on a sycamore tree And the way that life should be Now the miles don't feel so long When you’re singing someone’s song Yeah, we’re headed home Never truly on our own [Post-Chorus] Headed home, headed home No more miles left to roam Headed home, headed home Never truly on our own [Verse] They wrote about the summer rain Washing out the highway stain How the crickets sing at night Underneath a porch's light I could smell the clover fields Spinning on these eighteen wheels Every word was a steady hand Leading through this hollow land [Pre-Chorus] I felt the static in the air Like they were sitting right there In the shotgun seat with me Setting all my shadows free I felt the loneliness depart From the engine of my heart [Chorus] It was a poem in the dust Turning iron into trust About a swing on a sycamore tree And the way that life should be Now the miles don't feel so long When you’re singing someone’s song Yeah, we’re headed home Never truly on our own [Bridge] Banjo picking through the dash Watching all the shadows flash Pedal steel begins to cry Underneath a purple sky I am not the only one Chasing down the morning sun I am not the only one Until the long day is done [Solo] [Verse] I'll leave a note of my own In a place that's poorly known For the traveler behind my rig Whose heart is feeling small or big Keep the story moving fast Make the connection really last Just a line for a weary soul To help them finally feel whole [Chorus] It was a poem in the dust Turning iron into trust About a swing on a sycamore tree And the way that life should be Now the miles don't feel so long When you’re singing someone’s song Yeah, we’re headed home Never truly on our own [Post-Chorus] Headed home, headed home No more miles left to roam Headed home, headed home Never truly on our own [Outro]
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