Burning Miles

‘Burning Miles’ – William Bowman Thayer/SESAC

Burning miles, burning miles,
burning miles down
Where the wheels meet the ruts,
wear the stone down
Count the poles, the high wires
fire information
The air is alive

Burning miles, burning miles

We heard the bells, they was ringing
in the town square
They was comin’ from
a rusty old loud speaker
The people there, well they
really didn’t seem to care
The babies just cried

Burning miles, burning miles

Recall the days when the clouds
brought that hail ‘round
In all its rage, beat the salt
into the ground
We just stared at the broken
vegetation and said our goodbyes

Burning miles, burning miles

Beneath the overpass,
we met a young man
With a story inside
a spray paint can
In modern symbols
revealed a revelation
Then he asked us for a ride

Burning miles, burning miles

We bed down in the
woods on the outskirts
Near a paddock where
a giant horse once stood
Set out to pasture ‘cause
he couldn’t run so good
He was unfit to ride

Burning miles, burning miles

Tires so thin, could
barely hold the air in
Lugs so stripped down,
couldn’t hold a wrench on
Fog so thick, I’m guessing
my direction . . .

Burning miles, burning miles