The dashboard’s cracking in the summer heat,
I left my keycard lying on the passenger seat.
Don't need a map to tell me where I’ve been,
Just a ghost in the mirror, shedding my skin.
Passed the city limit sign about an hour ago,
Watching the signal bars dropping down real low.

I’m shifting gears, let the mirrors fade to black,
Every mile I lose another version I don’t want back.

And I’ll drive 'til the dust starts dancing on the tires,
Burning every bridge behind the telephone wires.
Don’t ask me where I’m going, 'cause I don’t really know,
I’m just trading in someday for the here and now. (Yeah…)
Just the dust, the rust, and the radio.

Stopped for gas at a place with no name,
Coffee tastes like cheap regret, moth to the flame.
Nobody asks who you are out here,
Just a nod of the head and the taste of cheap beer.
The silence is heavy, yeah, it weighs a ton,
But it’s better than a race that can never be won.

And I’ll drive 'til the dust starts dancing on the tires,
Burning every bridge behind the telephone wires.
Don’t ask me where I’m going, 'cause I don’t really know,
I’m just trading in someday for the here and now.

No gold on my knuckles, just grease on my hands,
Learned more from leaving than I ever did from plans.
Yeah, the white lines describe me better than a name,
I’m done playing pawns in someone else’s game.

Just the dust, the rust, and the radio.