Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
Warm Americana rock with steady mid-tempo groove, brushed snare and rolling toms under male vocals; verses ride a roomy band-in-a-room feel with twangy telecaster and upright piano fills, chorus swells with stacked harmonies and a wide open acoustic strum, bridge pulls dynamics down to bass and kick pulse before a final big singalong outro, beautiful
Duration
3:34
Instrumental
No
Created
1/31/2026