The High Desert Pull-Off

[Intro]
[Verse]
Dust on the dashboard glass
Watching the miles pass
Lanolin deep in my skin
Where the old ghosts begin
Third-gen shearer’s hands
Tired of these dry lands
[Pre-Chorus]
Route fifty-eight looks the same
Whispering his middle name
The sagebrush starts to lean
To a place I’ve already been
[Chorus]
Left a can by the post
For the man I miss most
Unopened and sitting still
On this high-desert hill
Thank you for the heavy shears
And the map through the years
Rest easy in the shade
By the pull-off we made
[Verse]
Steel blades sing a song
Where the wool is thick and long
Dad had a rhythm, a grace
In this lonesome, wide place
Found his initials in stone
So I’m never truly alone
[Chorus]
Left a can by the post
For the man I miss most
Unopened and sitting still
On this high-desert hill
Thank you for the heavy shears
And the map through the years
Rest easy in the shade
By the pull-off we made
[Bridge]
It ain't about the money
Or the milk and the honey
It’s the grease on the cuff
Knowing I’m good enough
To walk where he walked
While the engine just talked
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
Left a can by the post
For the man I miss most
Unopened and sitting still
On this high-desert hill
Thank you for the heavy shears
And the map through the years
Rest easy in the shade
By the pull-off we made
[Verse]
Sun sets in a bruise
Nothing left here to lose
Just the grease and the grit
And the pride in the fit
Of the handle in palm
In the desert’s deep calm
[Outro]