Tarmac Kills My Past - Plowshare

The lights are shining with an orange glow

The night is cool, I live on the road

Devouring miles, enjoyin' full board

Bright lights big city, they sang it very well

The night air is my life, it’s like breath, in my lungs

Burning wheels running fast, Tarmac kills my whole past

I always restart, changing my way

They call me a fool, I am the fugitive

I have no friends, I never forgive

This new born child, is goin' to fly away…

The night air is my life, it’s like breath, in my lungs

Burning wheels running fast, Tarmac kills my whole past

They call me a coward, they think I am broke

Perhaps immature, or trying to escape

But I assure you that I’m not to blame

I’m Just The Explorer, leaving the dark smoke

The night air is my life, it’s like breath, in my lungs

Burning wheels running fast, Tarmac kills my whole past