Through Another Town

It’s just the sound of my boots on the ground
I need a place where I can lie down
Little things along the way
Little things I have found
Rolling through another town

It’s just the way an empty highway feels
Full moon rising over endless fields
Lost in thought, cracks in the windshield
Rolling through another town

Out in the wilderness, high upon the Plains
At three in the morning, all towns look the same
Smoke curls from a chimney
Silhouettes in the window pane
Rolling through another town

When the day comes, my body, I no longer need
Don’t you cry or shed a tear for me
Just leave my ashes and let the wind carry me
Blowing through another town
Blowing through another town
Blowing through another town