Triple ashes in the cup holder
Chorus)
And there’s ashes in the cup holder, ghosts in the rearview glass,trade this heavy future for a lighter kind of past.
miles don’t make it better, they just stretch the pain out thin,
I don’t know where the road ends where the hell I begin.
Yeah, I’m burning through the diesel just to keep the dark at bay,
Running from a memory only half a state away.
(Verse 3)
The neon signs of Vegas were a fever dream I couldn't afford to buy,
Just a collection of broken promises screaming at a desert sky.
I thought about calling you from a booth outside a closed-down Texaco,
But the dial tone sounded too much like the things I should’ve let go.
My hands are locked at ten and two, white-knuckled on the fraying leather,
Wondering if the storm is behind me or if just driving into the weather.
They say time heals all wounds, but they never mentioned the highway miles,
Or how a man can lose his soul in the space between the exit signs.
(Bridge)
The engine’s got a rhythm like a heartbeat skipping the grade,
A mechanical confession of every mistake I’ve ever made.
pushing seventy-five, my heart is stuck in neutral gear,on the edge of "getting out" "never getting clear."
The wind is whistling through door frame, high lonesome sound,
Reminding me that the only way up is to stop digging in the ground.
(Verse 4)
Now the sky is turning violet where the peaks meet the Great Divide,
I’m wondering which version of myself is still hitched along for the ride.
Is it the one who broke your heart, or the one who’s trying to mend his own?
Or just a shadow in a denim jacket, scared of being left alone?
I reach for another smoke, the pack is dry the lighter’s cold,
Just another metaphor for a story that’s already been told.
I’ll pull over in the morfind a place to wash the dust now. just the humming tires and a soul that’s turned to rust.
(Outro)
Yeah, just keep it on the pavement...
Keep the hammer down
Don’t look at the passenger seat
Just ash in the cup hold
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