DJ ILHAM - Dusty Road

The sun is setting on a field of gold
A story in the dust is left untold
This old suitcase holds a faded map
With penciled dreams upon my lap
Every mile, a memory starts to fade in the twilight
in the shadow that it made

The engine coughs, a tired, lonely sound
Honda's lost an empty piece of ground
Oh, these dusty roads, they never seem to end
Just a lonesome traveler and a broken-hearted friend
carrying this weight, this heavy silent load
searching for a light down these dusty roads
These dusty roads.