Broken pieces

The old diner's clock is stuck at half-past two
There's nothing left but me, the road, and you
The highway whispers just outside the door
And every mile feels like we're searching for more

We pass by the factory, shutters drawn tight
A graveyard of rust under the streetlight
You say, "This place used to hum, used to shine"
Now it's just shadows and cracks in the line

But the road don't stop for anyone, no matter the dream
It rolls on, through the dust and the gasoline
And I don't know where we're headed, but it sure ain't here
I've got my hand on the wheel, and your voice in my ear

There's a map on the dash, folded and torn
But we don't need directions, we're already worn
A gas station flickers, a stray dog at the pump
I think about home, but it's just a lump

The night stretches out like a silent song
And the miles behind us, they linger on
But the moon's in your eyes, and I hear you sigh
It's not the end, but it feels like goodbye

Still, the road don't stop for anyone, it's moving fast
Through the miles and the memories we thought would last
And I don't know where we're going, but it sure ain't clear
I've got my foot on the gas, and your hand pulling near

So let's ride till the sun wakes up the sky
With the broken pieces of what we left behind
And maybe, just maybe, we'll find something real
In the rearview mirror, or the next spinning wheel