Ask The Dust Testo

She don't lift her head for nothing
She don't lift her head for no one
30 years have glazed her eyes
Her tongue is dry from asking why
Why all my ideas
Peel and turn to rust
Why I feel I must
I guess I'll ask the dust
She's an American highway flower
Walking, blossoming into nowhere Digesting tailpipes and babies screams
To fill the hole that used to house her dreams
Why all my ideas
Peel and turn to rust
Why I feel I must
I guess I'll ask the dust
I wonder what I'm doing here
She asks the moon but he don't care
He's busy shining on the lucky
In the dark she swims toward nothing
Why all my ideas
Peel and turn to rust
Why I feel I must
I guess I'll ask the dust