Lyrics:
Verse 1

Sun burned like a nickel on the edge of my hat,

Trampler's gears are groanin', that old engine's talkin' back.

I ride the skeleton of towns where children used to play,

Now the wind keeps keepin' secrets of the green that slipped away.

I remember birches shiverin', a creek that knew my name,

Now it's sand in my coffee and a sky without the rain.


Chorus

My trampler crawls forever forth, across Sophie’s bones and sand,

It shakes the rust from ruined roofs, it holds my steady hand.

We're lookin' for a miracle in the hollows of this land,

My trampler crawls forever forth, for loot and life we stand.


Verse 2

Steel and leather, callused fingers, I trade memories for parts,

Salvage in the skeletons of cars and the city's broken hearts.

Once there was a forest whispered tales in every leaf,

Now the dunes write their stories where we count our quiet grief.

I hum an old, low country tune to keep the night at bay,

While the trampler hums a diesel hymn and drags the dawn of day.


Chorus

My trampler crawls forever forth, across Sophie’s bones and sand,

It shakes the rust from ruined roofs, it holds my steady hand.

We're lookin' for a miracle in the hollows of this land,

My trampler crawls forever forth, for loot and life we stand.


Bridge

There’s a tin bell on the dash that rings when the wind goes cold,

It sounds like God's own warning or the story left untold.

Sometimes I swear I hear the rivers, like voices in the dirt,

But the trampler keeps on movin' past the places that we hurt.


Verse 3

I pull a shard of mirror from the wreck where a throat once sang,

See a boy with eyes of water, in a world that stopped its rain.

I make a bed of blankets, and I lay my past to rest,

Tell the trampler all my secrets in the rhythm of its chest.

If there's life left in this wilderness, we'll find it or we'll die,

But I'll ride these wheels of fortune 'til my shadow meets the sky.


Chorus (last)

My trampler crawls forever forth, across Sophie’s bones and sand,

It shakes the rust from ruined roofs, it holds my steady hand.

We're lookin' for a miracle in the hollows of this land,

My trampler crawls forever forth — one man, one machine, and stand.


Outro

So long as gears keep turnin' and my heart keeps beatin' slow,

I’ll haul the past behind me where the wild rivers used to go.

Where Rivers Once Ran

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Where Rivers Once Ran

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