The story
He keeps moving, but the dust never leaves him behind.
He rides out with the road in front of him and dust rising hard behind, carrying the weight of whatever he has already lost. The farther he goes, the more that grit clings to his boots, his truck, his silence, until even the open miles feel like they are closing in. He keeps driving because stopping would mean facing what the dust has covered.
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Lyrics
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