Fools wind blowing up brown bible verses. Dust
storm of memory. Truck stop reverie. 3 AM in my
home town, not a soul stirring around. Mr. Trucker
Man, don't slow down in this little town. 'Cause
I'm traveling faster than the speed of regret.
What I was born knowing I was bound to forget. In
the blindness of being, what I was born seeing I
was just plain bound to forget. Yes, I was just
plain bound to forget. Now my tank run dry two
hours out of Tucson by three little crosses on the
side of the highway. Still as a box full of busted
watches, I settle debts with the dead and keep
right on...I keep on keeping on. Pedal to the
metal on the wide open highway. Criss-cross the
high plains of bright-eyed solitude, I tailgate a
truck-load of tabula rasa...'til my mind go
clearer than the highway west of El Paso. Guess
I'm traveling faster than the speed of regret.
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eyes on the prize on the distant horizon. Be wary
of the wind and the bad moon rising. Knowing in
your going, somehow, some way, that you'll out-run
your shadow...yes you will, one fine day. 'Cause
you're traveling faster than the speed of regret.
What I was born knowing I was bound to forget. In
the blindness of being what I was born seeing I
was just plain bound to forget, yes I was just
plain bound to forget.