The Road Comes Back

I kept the dial alive When the nights went long and dry One cracked speaker by my bed One red light in the sky I heard dust on every station Mojave in the wire Old maps curled like tired hands Bottle caps beside the fire And I know it is not promised I know names can fade in smoke Some good hands lost their lanterns Some good hearts lost their road So I do not raise a banner I just breathe and lean in close When a ghost inside the signal Finds the words I almost know Through the static, I hear home Down the road, I am not alone Not a shout, not a golden sign Just a spark on an old flat line Through the static, I hear home On the road where the long years roam I kept the dial alive in the black I heard the road come back The Road Comes Back Late-night radio was my witness New Vegas lights in my head Casino glow on the horizon Empty highway up ahead Every rumor felt like rain clouds Every silence felt the same I learned hope can burn you softly If you hold it near the flame So I whisper to the wasteland Not too loud, and not too sure Somewhere under all this ruin There is still a heart that stirs Through the static, I hear home Down the road, I am not alone Not a shout, not a golden sign Just a spark on an old flat line Through the static, I hear home On the road where the long years roam I kept the dial alive in the black I heard the road come back The Road Comes Back If it is only dust, let it settle If it is only wind, let it pass But if that song knows my name again I will meet it with my glass No crown for the broken city No parade for what we lack Just my hand on the faded tuner And my heart looking back Through the static, I hear home Down the road, I am not alone Not a shout, not a golden sign Just a spark on an old flat line Through the static, I hear home On the road where the long years roam I kept the dial alive in the black I heard the road come back Old signal, low and thin Find me where the maps begin Cracked speaker, fading track The Road Comes Back The Road Comes Back