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4. Static on the Radio Turn the dial, it's all the same, A preacher's voice, a ballgame's name, Somewhere between the static waves, A song I loved from better days. Static on the radio, Carry me where I don't know, Every station fades to gray, Just like the towns I drove away. A trumpet cries through the broken sound, A frequency I finally found, It holds me close, it lets me go, Static on the radio. Static on the radio, Carry me where I don't know, Every station fades to gray, Just like the towns I drove away.
3. Neon Motel Room eleven, the ice machine hums, A neon sign where the vacancy comes, The curtains sway in a stranger's breeze, I sleep in states I've never seen. Neon motel, burning slow, A one night room I'll never know, The pillow smells like cigarettes, And every stay, I have no regrets. The TV flickers, the static sings, A phone that never rings and rings, Tomorrow's just another door, Another town, another floor. Neon motel, burning slow, A one night room I'll never know, The pillow smells like cigarettes, And every stay, I have no regrets.
2. Two A.M. in Nebraska The fields are black, the sky is wide, Nothing but the dash light by my side, Two A.M. and the world's asleep, But this old road, it's mine to keep. Two A.M. in Nebraska, Nothing here but you and me, The static hums a lullaby, Somewhere I don't want to be. A water tower, a rusted sign, A truck stop coffee, cold as wine, I count the mile markers one by one, Waiting on a rising sun. Two A.M. in Nebraska, Nothing here but you and me, The static hums a lullaby, Somewhere I don't want to be.
1. State Line Blues The sign says welcome, the sign says goodbye, Same old highway under a different sky, I cross the border with the radio low, Chasing a taillight I used to know. State line blues, state line blues, Another town I didn't choose, The engine hums a lonesome tune, Underneath a borrowed moon. The map is folded, the map is torn, I've been driving since before the dawn, Every mile a memory I shed, Every state a ghost I left for dead. State line blues, state line blues, Another town I didn't choose, The engine hums a lonesome tune, Underneath a borrowed moon.