[Verse 1]
Coffee in a chipped blue mug
Thermos rattles on the cab floor
Sun hangs low on the yard tracks
Crew waves
Then they’re gone in the mirror
Throttle up
Old friend hums easy
Steel on steel
That familiar sway
Slip past rows of boxcar houses
Out where fences start to fade away
[Chorus]
Highball through the heartland
Chasing that disappearing line
Prairie like an ocean
Wheat just rolling in my mind
Every mile a memory
Every whistle knows my name
I’m the quiet hand on this iron frame
Letting America go by my windowpane
[Verse 2]
Windmills turn like slow clock hands
Cows look up then settle back down
Rusty trucks in gravel driveways
Flags on porches in a one-store town
Then the flat earth starts to wrinkle
Creeks cut deeper
Air turns thin
Rocks rise up like old stone churches
Snow on peaks with the day pouring in
[Chorus]
Highball through the mountains
Curves like questions in the sky
Pine and river braided
Clouds close enough to ride
Every tunnel holds its echo
Every canyon keeps my name
I’m the steady breath in this iron frame
Letting America go by my windowpane
[Bridge]
Some folks fly above it
Just dots and lines below
I count grain silos
Deer trails
Fresh-cut fields in a row
I mark my life in mileposts
Faded numbers on a sign
If you blink
You miss a lifetime
I see it all
One rail at a time
[Chorus]
Highball through the heartland
Where the prairie meets the stone
From cornfields into canyon
I’m at home and still alone
Every mile a memory
Every whistle says my name
I’m the faithful hand on this iron frame
Letting America go by my windowpane