On a strip highway
Where nobody stops or stays
Hell-bent on revival, looking to grow some roots
I have mortgaged my survival with these worn out cowboy boots
But there's just one horse in forty miles
And he's the prize possession of the Dallas zoo
And he feels like a stranger, too
Old Silver, take me riding through the foothills of my life
I went easy in the saddle with a lever-action rifle
And a tin canteen
Through a field of dreams
Way out by the Beltline where the armadillos play
With the noble bootjack rabbit in the evening of the day
Oh where my brothers have you gone
For I return to thank you for the gifts you gave
But the field is paved
These nights I work the graveyard at the Burger King downtown
I get off in the morning and I lay my wages down
At the convenience store
Where stood my old front door
St. Peter when you call me, you can find me waiting here
Beneath this sad mimosa tree with a quart of drive-thru beer
For home is in the heartland, but the heartland cannot save you
When the heart is gone
And home's moved on