some mental vomit from the road...

Oh the sun it starts to burn
And the boys are outside when the motors turn
Through the alley
Down the city
Up the hills
By the mormon lake
Through the forest
Around the bend
Through desert now
Stings the face
Rips the flesh
Burns the eyes
bloodshot
The monuments of the valley
Tower above
And below
The whiskey twilight settles us in
Sickles shimmer and shine
The road’s ahead
For now
Too tired to think
But not to drink
Whiskey tucks us in
To sleep
Tomorrow we rip this valley
Monument tall
Monument small
We rip this valley
Motors rumble
Ancient echoes
Two by two
We rip this valley