GRINDING GRAVEL

The miles are tickin away
As I get further today
The sky smells like gasoline
entranced in my machine

But still I think I'm doin right
As my headlights cut the night
Grindin Gravel and a voice in my mind
Two days gone and I feel fine

Far from home
Runnin from myself
But I'm still on my own

The neon of a cheap hotel
said for service ring the bell
Another gray face in my path
A tiny dot on an empty map

Far from home
Runnin from myself
But I'm still on my own

Shavin in a foggy mirror
The sight beheld no longer dear
Time to face my deepest fear
Ten days gone and I'm still here