The story
He keeps moving, hoping somebody answers back.
The road stays open, but the silence does too, and he wears it mile after mile. A horn, a nod, a flash of recognition could break the spell, yet all he gets is the blur of signs, the hum of tires, and the feeling that nobody's reading the message on the back of the truck. He keeps going anyway, waiting for one sound that turns the whole night around.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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