The story
The engine calls louder than common sense.
He climbs into the cab like he means to leave the whole world behind, one hand on the wheel, one eye on the dust trail stretching out ahead. The tractor keeps pulling, and so does whatever waits just past the next bend, where work gives way to wanting and turning back stops sounding like a choice.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
The lyric sheet for this one isn't published yet — press play and listen along.