Eight Seconds of Glory

Eight Seconds of Glory
© 2025 Mitchell Scott — All rights reserved.

Lyrics

Dust on the dashboard, miles on the gauge
Another cheap motel, another empty cage
I miss the way the river runs through San Antone
And I hate the way I'm sleeping here tonight, all alone

It's a heavy price to pay for eight seconds of glory
Trading your sweet loving for a little highway time
I can hear the tires humming, singing me the blues
Yeah, I'm chasing my own dream, but darlin' I fear I'm losing you

I told my baby that I had to go
Driving five hundred miles for another rodeo
I miss her lovin', but I can't stand the rust
I got a horse in the trailer, running hard in this truck

It's a heavy price to pay for eight seconds of glory
Trading your sweet loving for a little highway time
I can hear the tires humming, singing me the blues
Yeah, I'm chasing my own dream, but darlin' I fear I'm losing you

I tell myself I need that buckle shining on the shelf
To make you proud of who I am, to prove I'm someone else
But deep down this desire is coursing through my veins
It rivals how I need you, but I still hold on to the reins

It's a heavy price to pay for eight seconds of glory
Trading your sweet loving for a little highway time
I can hear the tires humming, singing me the blues
Yeah, I'm chasing my own dream, but darlin' I fear I'm losing you

I fear I'm losing you... another hundred miles... for another rodeo
but baby, I hope you know, you'll always be the queen of my show