Lyrics: Beckett Wyn
Music: Beckett Wyn
Producer：Beckett Wyn
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Two hands on the wheel
Coffee gone cold at my side
Sun just a rumor
Leaning in on the edge of the sky
Same old stations
Fading in and out of range
Your name on a billboard
For some town that never changed
These mile markers in my rearview
Count the times I almost turned around
Every prairie
Every county line
Just another way of letting you down
I keep driving like there is something
Waiting past this midnight blue
But every broken white line
Draws an outline
That looks a whole lot like you
Found your sweatshirt
On the seat where you used to sing
Still smells like summer
And cheap wine and stupid dreams
I said I would call more
Swore I would be home by June
Now I am chasing taillights
Through the dark side of the moon
These mile markers in my rearview
Count the times I almost turned around
Every prairie
Every county line
Just another way of letting you down
I keep driving like there is something
Waiting past this midnight blue
But every broken white line
Draws an outline
That looks a whole lot like you
Funny how the heart grows quiet
When the engine starts to roar
You can drown out every memory
Still it crawls back through the floor
If I make it home by sunrise
Will you meet me at the door
Or am I just another stranger
You do not wait up for
These mile markers in my rearview
Count the times I almost turned around
Every promise on the dashboard
Every silence like a siren sound
I keep driving like there is something
Left for us to stumble through
But every broken white line
In this long night
Keeps running me back to you
Gas gauge sinking
Sky turning soft
Pale gray
Turn signal blinking
Like it can not decide to stay
I let the road breathe
Ease my foot
Lean into the curve
Whisper
Hold on
Hope I finally find the words