Dusty Trail

I heard the truth in a gentle rain, I heard it in the wind: you can't start a brand-new journey if you're stuck where you begin. Gotta keep the tire spinning, Gotta watch the lines disappear. I'm looking for a place where the sun burns bright and clear. Just the road and the dust, that's all I'm asking for, Leaving yesterday behind me, knocking on tomorrow's door. Gotta keep the tire spinning,