Head On
The Sun comes up and arcs
above the open road
Dakota winds head on
will turn a soul done cold
to drive a thousand miles
still three feet from the ditch
turn face with weeping wound
which can't be fixed with stitch
no u-turn covenant
the course already mapped
two ways to hold the world
it's freedom or you're trapped
Burst through the wall
and keep the badlands
at your back
the billboard run is done
incinerate smokestack
the moon comes up and tells the day
that its been sold
Take all the pieces back
and make it unexplode