Letras
It's 3 a.m., and the only sound is the drone of the diesel line
I passed that same tired billboard saying
Jesus loves you for the third time
I wait 59, stretching out, flatten empty as a lie
Just me and the yellow markers and the blackness of the sky
I call my sister, she don't answer, she's got a husband and a home
And I just keep on driving, perpetually alone
This is a highway, 59 leavens, the song that runs on fumes and dust
A slow, low, weary echo of who I used to trust
The asphalt keeps the rhythm, the wind plays the harmony to
Yes, loneliness is the only shadow that follows me past the moon
It's just the endless empty road and the question that I ask
When does the journey end, and when do I take off this mask?
The pedal steel on the radio sounds like a woman trying not to weep
Singing about all the promises that the road just couldn't keep
I pulled over by a field of cotton just to watch the stars above
Trying to remember the simple feeling of true, uncomplicated love
They say outlaws are free souls, but freedoms are cold and heavy price
When you're trading every connection for a roll of the lonely dice
This is the highway, 59 leavens, the song that runs on fumes and dust
A slow, low, weary echo of who I used to trust
The asphalt keeps the rhythm, the wind plays the harmony to
Yes, loneliness is the only shadow that follows me past the moon
It's just the endless empty road and the question that I ask
When does the journey end, and when do I take off this mask?
Oh-oh-oh-oh
59 just keeps rolling, ohh