Dusty Trail

Sunrise hit the window, but I was already gone.
Just me and my old six-string, chasing a different dawn.
The highway signs are fading beneath the morning dew,
And every mile I put behind me is a memory of you.
I packed up only what I needed: a map and an honest thought about how much this old road teaches,
And how little I've been taught.
I heard the truth in a gentle rain,
I heard it in the wind: you can't start a brand-new journey if you're stuck where you begin.
Gotta keep the tire spinning,
Gotta watch the lines disappear.
I'm looking for a place where the sun burns bright and clear.
Just the road and the dust, that's all I'm asking for,
Leaving yesterday behind me, knocking on tomorrow's door.