Track 04 · Everywhere Isn't Texas
Album track
The dust stays on the glass because the past is no longer something to polish away. Every mile leaves a mark, and Calla chooses to read those marks as proof rather than damage.
Written and produced by Tulio Costa · Performed by Calla Hayes
04Official lyrics
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The heat's rising off the blacktop like a ghost My fingers drumming on the wheel, counting miles, not hours lost The AC's broken, so the windows are all down And the wind is pulling syllables out of this town I pass the water tower where we carved our names It's just rust and paint now, nothing left to blame The exit signs are blurring, they don't look the same
I'm not crying, it's just the pollen in my eyes Or the way the sun hits the horizon when it lies About the distance left to go, about the time I've spent On things I'm finally ready to unrent
There's dust on my windshield And I'm leaving it there It's a map of where I've been And I don't need to clear Every speck tells a story Of a turn I didn't take Or a bridge I didn't burn For my own damn sake Let the grit settle in the cracks I'm not looking back Just watching it collect On the glass between my past And where I'm headed next
The radio's caught between stations, static and a hymn I let it crackle, let it hiss, it fits the state I'm in The gas gauge is a question mark, the needle likes to dance I've got a ten-dollar bill and a half-empty can of chance I see a hawk circle highway, patient, slow, and high And I wonder if he's jealous of the ground I'm passing by Or if he knows the view is better from the sky
I'm not running, I'm just testing out my stride The rearview's full of silhouettes I don't need to hide From anymore, not today, I've paid my toll in sweat And I'm not done with this road yet
There's dust on my windshield And I'm leaving it there It's a map of where I've been And I don't need to clear Every speck tells a story Of a turn I didn't take Or a bridge I didn't burn For my own damn sake Let the grit settle in the cracks I'm not looking back Just watching it collect On the glass between my past And where I'm headed next
I used to clean it every morning, wipe it down until it shined Thought if I kept it spotless, I could leave the past behind But the dust keeps finding its way back, it's part of the design So I'm letting it accumulate, letting it define The miles I've earned, the curves I've turned The lessons I still haven't learned— They're all here, in this film of earth And I'm finally giving them their worth
Dust on my windshield... (dust on my windshield) I'm leaving it there (Every speck tells a story) Yeah, dust on my windshield... Between my past and where I'm headed (Where I'm headed next) Just watching it collect...