From the recording The Moth Collection

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Gonna ride these wheels to the wire
Before I ride them more
Misery made to inspire
A captive heart to flee the shore

To getaway from complacent order
Made my desert escape
Met a gypsy back by the border
In the burn I thought I heard him say

I find me out on my own
Passing badlands by the road
Fear is silent when I’m home
Deserted scenes but not alone

In the burn

High sun on a two lane highway
Where the warm breeze surrounds me
High noon just keeps on rising
So I push the pedal til my

Engine redlines
And I’m driving faster
But I don’t mind
Ain’t a thing I’m after
The heat could dry
Up the sound I’d rather
Be racing light, ‘cause