Words & Music by Angelica Garcia
© 2013 Parish House Songs (ASCAP)
Pale blue.
Dusty hue.
The dirt has got a heartbeat. Hear it beating.
Dead front yards.
Playing cards.
Billboards parallel say Jesus “saved” me.
Cotton tails.
Liquor sales.
Stations on the radio cross-fading.
Thunderheads.
Motel beds.
Jet streams trail to Destination Nowhere.
I’ll be riding, yeah
I’ll be riding, yeah
Till the earth meets ends.
There’s no stopping here.
Nothing’s ever clear.
No use following to Destination Nowhere.
Long distance calls.
Bathroom stalls.
Lines along the highway that need painting.
Forgotten freight cars.
Topless bars.
I drank so much caffeine that I’m shaking.
Yellow green.
Desert queen.
Recycling recycled air to keep me breathing.
The gauge, this speed
Cry “Gasoline!”
Just running on enough to get me Nowhere.
I’ll be riding, yeah
I’ll be riding, yeah
Till the earth meets ends.
There’s no stopping here.
Nothing’s ever clear.
No use following to Destination Nowhere.
Small town talk.
Smoker’s cough.
Clerk has got a hairline that’s receding.
Busted light.
Tip the guy.
Cup to go for sleepy, sleepless night drives.
Clearance low.
Slippery, slow.
50 feet above, eagle’s patrolling.
North or South,
East or West
Rolling on to Destination Nowhere.
I’ll be riding, yeah
I’ll be riding, yeah
Till the earth meets ends.
There’s no stopping here.
Nothing’s ever clear.
No use following to destination nowhere.