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Verse 1
sun’s already mean by the tailgate coffee
dust on my tongue, taste the gasoline
hardhat halo, sweat line choking
shirt stuck flat like a second skin
foreman barking on a busted radio
says we’re behind, better dig back in
i just nod, boots sink in the caliche
feel my brain start to blur at the edges again
Pre
and the sky goes white, like god turned up the brights
ain’t no shade, just mirage on the line
Chorus
under a mirage halo, heat waves praying
over rusted iron and a broke‑down man
eyes gone glassy on a miles‑long nothing
this whole lease road feels like quicksand
i ain’t alive, i ain’t dead, just faded
burnt‑out ghost in a bright red van
under a mirage halo, sun keeps saying
“you’ll die out here before you ever get home again”
Verse 2
hands on the iron but they don’t feel like mine now
knuckles split open, don’t sting no more
counting up checks that ain’t even been printed
spending them twice on a corner store
buying cold water like it’s church on sunday
pour it on my neck, watch it turn to steam
everybody laughs, says “welcome to texas”
i just stare through the rig like it’s someone else’s dream
Pre
and the sky goes white, like god turned up the brights
ain’t no shade, just a shimmer on the line
Chorus
under a mirage halo, heat waves praying
over rusted iron and a broke‑down man
eyes gone glassy on a miles‑long nothing
this whole lease road feels like quicksand
i ain’t alive, i ain’t dead, just faded
burnt‑out ghost in a bright red van
under a mirage halo, sun keeps saying
“you’ll die out here before you ever get home again”…..
Bridge
phone in my pocket got a picture of my babies
but the signal out here don’t reach my head
i could walk straight out past the cattle guard fence line
let the white‑out sky just wipe me dead
but the clock keeps turning and the rig keeps whining
and my name’s on the line on the time sheet still
so i drag this body through another hot high noon
til the sun bleeds out on that caliche hill
Final Chorus (pulled back)
under a mirage halo, heat waves praying
over rusted iron and a hollowed‑out man
if this job’s gonna take me, it’ll be slow and quiet
til the day i fade like another tire track in the sand
i ain’t a hero, i ain’t a victim, i’m just
one more shadow that the daylight kills
under a mirage halo, i keep walking
til the sun goes down on another dead‑heat drill …..
Outro one‑liner
under a mirage halo… i ain’t burning, i’m just gone…………..
Details
GeneratedSep 14, 2026
Duration4:18
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dusty country night‑shift ballad about West Texas oilfield life, 808s, soft guitar on chorus, dark country, melodic male
Credits
Prompt by
evoman
evomanModelAria v6
