Backroads Electric

Dust on my boots, neon in the sky. Field stretching wild

where the coyotes cry. A banjo strums, then a bass line hums.

Out here the stars feel closer tonight. Backroads electric, hearts running wild.

Lightning in the rhythm. Sparks in the miles. We're burning up,

this night won't fade. Backroads electric. Let's dance in the blaze- blaze-

blaze- blaze- blaze- tracks with the glow of the beams. Moonshine shakes in

the creek's cool streams. Squeaks collide with the cicadas' songs. Who says the

country and the city don't belong? Feel the ground shake, the bass drops