Two Lane Gospel
Drove trucks for eleven years and writes like someone with time to think and no radio
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 83
- key
- D major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.35
- vocal at
- 3.8s
- length
- 3:48
- language
- En
lyrics
(instrumental, unhurried) Eleven years of eighteen wheels and truck stop coffee You learn the shape of every state by how the road complains No radio for the last four years, it broke in Amarillo (Amarillo) Best thing that ever happened to my thinking A man alone with his own voice (his own voice) Either finds religion or finds out Two lane gospel (two lane) Everything I know I learned at sixty-five Two lane gospel Nobody preaching, nobody lying Called my daughter from a payphone in Nebraska She was twelve and she asked when, and I said soon That was the last easy conversation we had (we had, we had) She's thirty now and she still says soon back There's a version of a man who turned around Somewhere outside Cheyenne I think about him more than I should (drums return, gently) Two lane gospel (two lane) Everything I know I learned at sixty-five Two lane gospel Nobody preaching, nobody lying (two lane gospel...)