[Verse 1]
Boot prints in the cornfield mud
Rust-red moon on a shotgun flood
Male voice in the scarecrow’s throat
Laughs when the rope digs under my coat (hah)
Static in the barn light, flick
Cows all stare with their eyes unzipped
Something in the silo hums my name
Every little cricket click spelling out pain
[Chorus]
I’m the gravel god, chewing on glass
Spurs on my boots and a psycho past (yeah)
Voices in the wind say “ride or rot”
High beams off on a dead-end lot
Gravel god, let the roadbeds bleed
Cut that engine, watch it feed
If you hear your name in the cicadas’ song
You been dead all night, just walking along (keep walking)
[Verse 2]
She sings through a cracked CB
Female drawl, sugar traced with bleach
“Breaker breaker, you alone out there?
Got a seat in the dark if you really don’t care”
Radio laughs, then the dial goes mute
Then the sky bends low, then the trees uproot
Her face in the rearview, eyes pure white
Hat brim low like a funeral night (shhh)
[Chorus]
I’m the gravel god, chewing on glass
Spurs on my boots and a psycho past
Voices in the wind say “ride or rot”
High beams off on a dead-end lot
Gravel god, let the roadbeds bleed
Cut that engine, watch it feed
If you hear your name in the cicadas’ song
You been dead all night, just walking along (walking, walking)
[Bridge]
[Glitched vocal chop stutters between male and female phrases]
“Turn it around” / “Too late now”
Laughter scratches like vinyl on a plow
Clock on the dash starts ticking up years
Every mile marker mouthing your fears (hey)
[Chorus]
I’m the gravel god, chewing on glass
Spurs on my boots and a psycho past
Voices in the wind say “ride or rot”
High beams off on a dead-end lot
Gravel god, let the roadbeds bleed
Cut that engine, watch it feed
If you hear your name in the cicadas’ song
You been dead all night, just walking along (keep walking, keep walking)