Dust on my boots (versione 2)

Verse

The highway's cracked and the sun is low

Dust on my boots where the gravel goes

I've been driving till the stars come out

Not a single map to turn around without

My grandfather used to say it was time

To take a breath when the day falls behind

He'd point at the fields where the shadows grow long

And tell me the best roads have no name at all

Pre-Chorus

So what do I do with an empty mile

No radio, just the open road's smile

Am I running from something or heading towards a light

Or is it just this feeling that won't ignite

Chorus

I'm chasing dust on my boots tonight

Followin' the glow till morning comes in sight

No map, no name, but a warm place to land

Wash away these miles where I lost track of my hand

Dust on my boots, watch it dance and rise

I'll find my own road with my eyes closed, twice

Verse

The fields turn silver under the fading sun

And I can hear the engine humming like a drum

A whole day gone chasing something that wasn't there

But maybe this is where the truth starts to appear

I used to measure progress by how fast I moved

Miles counted up, but never what they brought

Now I'm learning time isn't measured by speed

Just the ground beneath your feet and who it's been since you need

Pre-Chorus

So what do I do with an empty mile

No radio, just the open road's smile

Am I running from something or heading towards a light

Or is it just this feeling that won't ignite

Chorus

I'm chasing dust on my boots tonight

Followin' the glow till morning comes in sight

No map, no name, but a warm place to land

Wash away these miles where I lost track of my hand

Dust on my boots, watch it dance and rise

I'll find my own road with my eyes closed, twice

Bridge

The map folds up, and so do I

A little smaller every time I drive by

This isn't running from what's left behind

It's finding the compass when you can't read your mind

Chorus

I'm chasing dust on my boots tonight

Followin' the glow till morning comes in sight

No map, no name, but a warm place to land

Wash away these miles where I lost track of my hand

Dust on my boots, watch it dance and rise

I'll find my own road with my eyes closed, twice