Tires are curled on the side of the road,
Sleeping off the breakup from the wheel and the load.
I am curled on one side of the bed,
In a Motel 6 with my independence.
Keep going west, keep going west, keeping going west.
Birds they fly, float the roads and ranches,
Tilt their wings on the wind and the branches.
Oh, my heart it flies on the highway back.
I push through, I push through endless points of reference.
Keep going west, keep going west, keeping going west.
The horses' heads hold up the morning,
And the low sky hangs in God's own noose.
With my lashes long, I dream of the ocean,
And the glow that rang when last I kissed you.
Keep going west, keep going west, keeping going west.
You turned and walked, I got in the car,
Cried and choked the wheel so hard,
Tied my foot to the gas.
Oh, I looked, I looked back.
Keep going west, keep going west, keeping going west.
Keep going west, keep going west, keeping going west.