Looking for my murshid

This highway stretches like a prayer I can't complete

Headlights cutting through the dark, my heart beneath my feet

I've been running from the silence, chasing neon lights

But every town's the same at 3 AM, just different names at night

I'm looking for my murshid, someone to show the way

This safar keeps going, I've been lost for forty days

The ishq in my chest is burning like this Tennessee July

But the haq I'm searching for ain't found in whiskey or goodbye

Just dust and the road, dust and the road

Trying to lay down this heavy load

Mama said find Jesus, preacher said find the law

But I found a dervish in a truck stop, staring at the floor

He said "Boy, your nafs is pulling, steering you off course

That hunger in your belly is for a different source"

I'm looking for my murshid, someone to show the way

This safar keeps going, I've been lost for forty days

The ishq in my chest is burning like this Tennessee July

But the haq I'm searching for ain't found in whiskey or goodbye

Just dust and the road, dust and the road

Trying to lay down this heavy load

They say zikr is remembering I've been trying to forget

Every broken promise, every cigarette

But when the sun comes up over these Carolina pines

I swear I hear a ney flute crying through the pines

Allah-hu, Allah-hu down this two-lane blacktop road

Allah-hu, Allah-hu I'm still carrying this load

Just dust and the road