歌词
Gasoline fumes in the July heat
Four bald tires spinning in the red clay dirt
Dirt on my hands
Dirt on my jeans
I am just a woman trying to find her keys
He wants a house with a white picket fence
She wants a road that never has an end
They find a middle ground on a Saturday night
Two hearts hunting for the very same light
Hunting for a light
Looking for a spark
Oh oh
High desert wind
Oh oh
Rust creeping up the driver door
Cold black coffee sitting on the floor
I see him
I see his truck
I see a brand new kind of luck
Hey
Keep moving
Don't look back at the mess you left
He wants a house with a white picket fence
She wants a road that never has an end
They find a middle ground on a Saturday night
Two hearts hunting for the very same light
Hunting for a light
Looking for a spark
Oh oh
High desert wind
Oh oh
Maybe it's the way he smiles
Maybe it's the miles
Maybe it's the moon
I am coming home soon
I am staying for a while
I am letting down my guard
He wants a house with a white picket fence
She wants a road that never has an end
They find a middle ground on a Saturday night
Two hearts hunting for the very same light
Hunting for a light
Looking for a spark
Red clay dirt
Saturday night
Just a spark
One more mile
One more mile
One more mile