[Verse 1]

Rolled out of Macon, the sky gone pale
Rain on the shield like a soft-bent nail
Engine knocked like a bottle uncorked
Just paint on the blacktop and tires roll

[Verse 2]

Used to count the guts like tickertape June
Now the windshield reads like a dead cartoon
No fleck, no grit, no tick or drone
Just a flickering line and a copper tone

[Chorus]

No bugs on the glass, no dance, no sound
No wings like sparks when the sun goes down
Where the dusk once sparked with a firefly rise
Now it’s guardrails and glass with no trace of flight

[Verse 3]

Crossed the Savannah, wide and slow
River teeth jagged where it eddies slow
Flowers leaned from gravel and shade
But the sky held flat, like it never prayed

[Bridge]

Maybe it’s runoff, maybe it’s law
Maybe it’s fallout nobody saw
Maybe that drift from the mox melt sway
Took the color and carried it away

[Chorus – repeat]

No bugs on the glass, no twitch, no dive
Just a freeway breath trying to feel alive
Where swarms once danced in the amber light
Now it’s guardrails and glass with no trace of flight

[Outro]

I run these lanes through half-left towns
Past silos bent and the earth gone brown
No bugs on the glass—and none to send
Just tires on tar and the road’s own end

[Chorus]

No bugs on the glass, no twitch, no dive
Just a freeway breath trying to feel alive
Where swarms once danced in the amber light
Now it’s guardrails and glass with no trace of flight

[Chorus]

No bugs on the glass, no twitch, no dive
Just a freeway breath trying to feel alive
Where swarms once danced in the amber light
Now it’s guardrails and glass with no trace of flight