Dust on the highway

The sun was settin’ low behind the hills,
And the radio played soft and slow.
I tightened up my old guitar case,
And let that long road take control.

I left my hometown on a Tuesday morn’,
Dust on my boots and coffee still warm.
Mama waved goodbye from the old front porch,
Said “Chase your dreams, but don’t lose your course.”

Been drivin’ past fields of Tennessee gold,
Thinking ’bout stories I’ve never told.
The wind keeps hummin’ like a worn-out tune,
And the road keeps callin’ underneath the moon.

Oh, there’s dust on the highway, dreams in the rearview,
Stories in the silence that only the night knew.
Hearts keep wanderin’, roads keep ramblin’ on,
And every goodbye becomes another song.
Yeah, dust on the highway—keeps rollin’ me home.

Stopped at a bar just south of Cheyenne,
Met a brown-eyed girl with a broken plan.
She said, “Life’s been heavy but I’m holdin’ on,”
So we shared our troubles till the break of dawn.

Now every mile feels a little less long,
With her beside me singin’ along.
Two wanderin’ hearts on a highway bend,
Lookin’ for a place where the hurt might end.

Oh, there’s dust on the highway, dreams in the rearview,
Stories in the silence that only the night knew.
Hearts keep wanderin’, roads keep ramblin’ on,
And every goodbye becomes another song.
Yeah, dust on the highway—keeps rollin’ me home.

But the road don’t promise what lies ahead,
Sometimes love is a word left unsaid.
She kissed my cheek at the county line,
Said, “I gotta find my own peace this time.”

[Oh, there’s dust on the highway, dreams in the rearview,
Stories in the silence that only the night knew.
Hearts keep wanderin’, roads keep ramblin’ on,
And every goodbye becomes another song.
Yeah, dust on the highway—keeps rollin’ me home.

[Now the sun’s settin’ low on another day,
And I’m still chasin’ what slipped away.
But this old guitar and the open sky—
That’s all I need ’til the day I die.