This is the place where I wake up
On an open highway in the valley
My mind dreaming with my hands on the wheel
The radio churning as it always does

There’s love songs, ballads of what once was
Spanish talk radio just across the border
I pay no mind as the desert road sings
A simple melody lulling me into a dream

The other cars are simply props
Machines that accompany me on my drive
I press on as I always do
Muscle memory avoiding them as I pass

This is the place that I call home
A little town inside a world of sand
Earth mother carries me as I keep dreaming
The radio churning as it always does