Action - Son Volt

Riding waves of sound

300 mile from Metropolitan

Grapes of wrath all around

Riding waves of sound

Breath on lines everyone’s story

Find a spot until the names are called

Times will pull in all directions

Be the barker for the traveling show

15 times from the edge of eternity

Nerves that shake have been chased away

There is a girl that I want to see

On each side of that marching drum

Riding waves of sound

300 mile from Metropolitan

Grapes of wrath all around

Riding waves of sound

Break up the old drug pound story

Tortured soul wears an ego sleeve

Heavy hearts and heavy hitters

Bards disease finds the killing floor

Straight from her two lanes of freedom

Unconquered souls delivered each day

Gasoline junkies feral diesel fiends