Riding Home to You

Red dirt's whipping through the cut poles again And the splice tray shakes like

a restless friend Been chasing dead signals since the break of day Hands numb,

light fadin', but I'm on my way 'Cause out on this line where

the night cuts through Every busted strand still leads to you

Riding home to you Your porch light burns like a beacon on the

ridge Calling me back from the far side of the grid

There's mud on my van and a kink in my spine But I'll crawl

through the ditch just to make you mine Yeah, no matter what