Miles of Silence

Описание: The coffee’s gone cold in the dashboard light
The fog’s rolling in on a Tuesday night
No destination, just the yellow line
Leaving the noise of the world behind
The radio’s humming a ghost of a tune
Under the gaze of a silver moon.

And I’m rolling... miles away
Through the ghosts of the night and the break of the day
No phones are ringing, no clocks on the wall
Just the rhythm of the road and the highway’s call
Life on the blacktop, the wind in my hair
I’m headed to nowhere, and I’m already there.

The neon glow of a truck stop sign
Flickers like memories I left behind
A nod to a stranger, a tip of the cap
No need for a compass, no need for a map
The engine is purring a low, steady prayer
Taking me further than I’d ever dare.

And I’m rolling... miles away
Through the ghosts of the night and the break of the day
No phones are ringing, no clocks on the wall
Just the rhythm of the road and the highway’s call
Life on the blacktop, the wind in my hair
I’m headed to nowhere, and I’m already there.

Some call it running, some call it flight
But I call it peace in the dead of the night
In the cab of this truck, in the quiet and still
If the world doesn’t find me, I don’t think it will.

Miles of silence...
Just me and the stars...
Nothing but the road.
Nothing but the road...

by Santos