Track 8 of the album Diesel Hymns · 2008
Radio Silence at Mile Two-Twelve
“There's a stretch where the radio just dies and you have to sing for yourself. That's where I learned to write songs.”
slow rock · slow burn · gospel rock · 3:30
Lyrics
The radio dies at mile two-twelve Static where the singing was Just the hum of tyres and the dark ahead And the thoughts I've been dodging because Last time I heard my sister's voice She said don't call till you're sorry That was nine long winters back And I'm still too proud to hurry Nothing on the dial but wind So I let the quiet in Radio silence at mile two-twelve Nothing left to drown it out All the words I never said Come rolling in without a doubt Maybe silence is a door Maybe I should knock it down Radio silence at mile two-twelve And I'm turning this old truck around There's a payphone by a shuttered stand Lit up like a lonesome moon I've got a pocket full of quarters And a speech I'll lose too soon Nothing on the line but wind Then she says my name again Radio silence at mile two-twelve Nothing left to drown it out All the words I never said Come rolling in without a doubt Maybe silence is a door Maybe I should knock it down Radio silence at mile two-twelve And I'm turning this old truck around Pride is a heavy load to haul Forty years and a thousand miles But she's the only one who knew me small And she answered with a smile Radio silence at mile two-twelve Now the quiet's sweet and kind Headlights pointing toward her porch Nine years left behind Maybe silence is a door And I'm walking through it now Radio silence at mile two-twelve Turned the dead air into home somehow Static fading, headlights low Home is where the quiet goes