Where the Blacktop Bends
by The Outlaw P.K. · Country › Outlaw Country · Made with Suno · 0 plays
The story behind this song
This song describes exactly what I do when I need time to myself. Whenever the weight of everything gets to be too much, I head out to find some space and let the world fade away for a while.
Style
southern hip hop, hip-hop, rap
Lyrics
County line, dust on the glass Phone face down, let the whole world pass I left the porch light burning For a house I won't see till dawn Took the two-lane past the grain bins Where the radio finally goes gone Got a thermos in the console And a red taillight in the rain Every mile pulls a little weight Out of the back of my brain Let the fences count the minutes Let the tires find their way I don't need an answer tonight I just need a quieter place I'm rolling where the blacktop bends Past the creek and the cedar stands All that noise in the rearview glass Getting smaller as the miles roll past If you need me, leave it till morning I got nothing left to prove Just a low tank, a long road And enough dark sky to move The old mill leans by the water With a busted sign out front A dog barked once from a gravel drive Then the whole county went blunt I know the bills keep coming I know the clock won't quit But the moon lays silver on the hood And for once I can sit with it Let the headlights cut the tall grass Let the engine hold the line Every mile takes back a little Of the life they called mine I'm rolling where the blacktop bends Past the creek and the cedar stands All that noise in the rearview glass Getting smaller as the miles roll past If you need me, leave it till morning I got nothing left to prove Just a low tank, a long road And enough dark sky to move No headlines, no ringing No voices through the door Just the wheel beneath my fingers And the road asking for more If tomorrow wants to find me It can follow these old tracks Tonight I'm letting silence Put my shoulders back I'm rolling where the blacktop bends Past the creek and the cedar stands All that noise in the rearview glass Getting smaller as the miles roll past If you need me, leave it till morning I got nothing left to prove Just a low tank, a long road And enough dark sky to move County line, dust on the glass Phone face down, let the whole world pass The road keeps breathing under me And I don't have to hurry back