Face is a ghost
By the glow of the phone
In the still of the night
Under light of the moon
Texas is vast
And it won't let us pass
Every new tank of gas
Every fresh sun in bloom
I’d get gone
If I could
But it won’t do no good
At the edge of the night
Where the black is as bright
As the dead empty road
That exposes a soul
For just what it is
Been lost in the dark
Like a raven against
The coal canvas of hearts
I’d get gone
If I could
But it won’t do no good
Been trying
And driving
In circles for days
Living
Loving
And lying
And planning escape
Far between dreams
By the badlands in flames
By the heat of the sun
By the fevers we’ve tamed
But I'm aimed as an arrow
Straight shot to the heart
To the center of something
To the edge of this dark
I’d get gone
If I could
But it won’t do no good
It’s too late
It’s too late
We’ve gone too far away
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