Текст песни
I pulled to the shoulder, killed the roar
Sat on the hood, watched the dust devils soar
I thought about walking, leaving the keys
Letting the desert have its victory squeeze
My hands were shaking, my throat was tight
I almost raised a flag made of inner tube white
White flag dust, white flag dust
I almost faded, almost turned to rust
But the dust doesn’t care, the dust doesn’t judge
So I swallowed the flag and I gave it a push
The sun went down, the stars came out
I remembered the ones who taught me to doubt
Doubt the easy road, the quick defeat
Doubt the voice that says you’re obsolete
So I cranked the ignition, heard the engine choke
Then a rhythm came through – a second stroke
No white flag. Not today.
White flag dust – I ate the white
Turned it into fuel for the coming fight
White flag dust – I spit it out
Now I’m screaming north while I head south
