Tracks in the sand

Verse 1 (slow, soft, dusty tone) Out in the dust where the long road bends, Lived a jack rabbit and his only friend, A traffic cone with a top hat, faded at the brim. Folks drove by and they’d laugh out loud, Call us crazy, heads in the clouds, But it didn’t matter—‘cause it was him and me ‘til the end. Pre-Chorus But that peaceful night split like a broken tire, Engine roaring through the desert fire… Chorus (big, emotional lift) Now there’s tracks in the sand and b***d in the heat, And I’m chasing down vengeance on four dusty feet, ’Cause he was more than plastic, more than folks could ever see. They took him from me under that hot red sun, And I’m huntin’ down the man in that matte-black truck, I won’t stop runnin’ till the last mile’s done— For you, my friend… I’ll make it right in the end. Verse 2 (soft, reflective) We’d watch the sunset from the worn-out knee, Of a busted road sign leaning 63, He never spoke, but hell—he always heard. Some friendships speak in what ain’t said, Some lives are lived from the heart instead, He steadied my world more than any spoken word. Pre-Chorus I held that top hat, bent and torn, Swore I’d bring justice before the morn… Chorus Now there’s tracks in the sand and b***d in the heat, And I’m chasin’ down headlights on blistered feet, People might laugh at what he meant to me— But he stood by me when the world turned cold, Stayed upright through the storms and the scorching roads, And I ain’t stoppin’ till the story’s told— For you, my friend… I’ll make it right in the end. Bridge (starts quiet, swells to huge) I ain’t a hero, ain’t strong or brave, But I know love don’t end at a shallow grave. And when I see that truck again… Lord help whoever’s drivin’ it then. Verse 3 (quiet, tense tracking montage) I followed tire tracks through the canyon floor, Asked a lizard, a vulture, the wind I swore, They pointed me west where the engines m**n. Midnight heat of a rusted town, Heard a diesel coughing, slowing down, And I knew in my bones I wasn’t alone. Pre-Chorus I kicked dust from the ridge, stared down the road— Saw that matte-black truck, still splattered and cold… Final Chorus There’s tracks in the sand and b***d in the heat, And I’m charging full-hearted on four b*****g feet, Tonight the desert gets justice beneath the moonlight gleam. For the friend who stood with me when no one would, A cone in a top hat misunderstood— Well, revenge is a promise carved in wood. And I’ll see it through… Till the desert takes that driver too. Epilogue (quiet, final, desert wind) They found that truck tipped cold and still, Down in a ravine beneath the hill, No footprints but one pair of paws in the sand. I laid his top hat on the driver’s chest, Said a prayer and let the desert do the rest, No anger left—just the memory of my friend. Now justice sleeps on the canyon floor, The road rolls on, like it always did before… But I still see him there, beside me in the land— A jackrabbit… And his best friend.