Boot prints in the gravel
Dust on his denim cuffs
Half-pack in his shirt pocket
Heart saying “this ain’t enough”
Sleeps in a rusted hatchback
Keychain swinging like a clock
One hand on the worn-out map
Other hand ready to drop
Runaway the rock man
Always halfway gone
Got a suitcase full of almost-plans
And a name that doesn’t belong
Runaway the rock man
Drives till the road goes thin
He’s chasing down a version of himself
He swears he’s seen
Last town wrote him a postcard
Never gave him an address
Said
“you can haunt these corners
Or you can try the rest”
He laughs at the diner counter
Coffee stains on his sleeve
Jukebox plays some old promise
He tips his hat and leaves
Runaway the rock man
Always halfway gone
Got a suitcase full of almost-plans
And a name that doesn’t belong
Runaway the rock man
Drives till the road goes thin
He’s chasing down a version of himself
He swears he’s seen
