You’ve been running out of road now you’ve reached a full stop,
All of your dreams got burnt on a long shot,
Take a few steps back from the edge,
And breathe…

Those were the days you used to impress,
A little hustling, always self possessed
You know you can’t quite, recall how it all went wrong

Three thousand miles of American blacktop,
You’ve turned off your phone and ditched your laptop,
You’re running out of road, and you feel like death,
You’ve been running on empty now you’ve reached a full stop,
All of your dreams got burnt on a long shot,
Take a few steps back from the edge,
And breathe…

The story’s now is well into its arc
Not so sure that you’ll, reach the redemption part
Everyone else could see that you were just a mark

Three thousand miles of American blacktop,
You’ve turned off your phone and ditched your laptop,
You’re running out of road, and you feel like death,
You’ve been running on empty now you’ve reached a full stop,
All of your dreams got burnt on a long shot,
Take a few steps back from the edge,
And breathe…

A song about thwarted hope and betrayal featuring some filthy bass, slide guitar and timpani.