I got blurry vision but I can see
My head is burning and I can’t take the heat.
I need a little quiet and little sleep, but I just keep movin’ on.
Zero degrees and it starts to snow.
The heat in my head it gives me vertigo.
I don’t know what to tell the guys about the show so I just keep movin’ on.
My fever is up from the last time I checked it out.
I’m falling apart what if my mom could see me now?

I’d have a compass to keep my head on straight but my feet they slow me down.
Just trying to get a piece of that higher ground.
Sixty cycle hum in my head reminds me of the sound
Of the gears that grind me down.

The rural south ain’t that great
When your only view is the interstate.
I need a valet and some Quakerstate, I just keep movin’ on.
I see the city lights up ahead.
My tires are worn and the engines dead.
I’m runnin’ outta patience and outta tread, but I just keep movin’ on.
The gauges are fucked and I need a tow. I’ve got 25 miles to the next show
And all I know…

What’s the destination?
What’s the complication?
What’s my motivation? I just keep movin’ on.
The road is rough and the riders get rugged and they seem to share a vision of an unknown shore.
When the pirates and the police come gunnin’ for us it kinda helps to know exactly what you’re fighting for.
When I’m on the dusty trail, I dream about a rusted rail and I know that the open road in front of me might be the only way out of this hell.
I got some verbal ammunition and I’m spittin’ legit. Got a gang of desperados and reason to live.
Now I know you only get what you give and it makes it worth the trip.