Lyrics: Gideon Thorne
Music: Gideon Thorne
Producer：Gideon Thorne
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Gas station coffee going lukewarm
Bug splattered glass
Cracked dash light
Main Street leaning on a Sunday
Kids on bikes drag their shadows tight
That same old dog by the laundromat
Half asleep on the concrete seam
I fold my years like wrinkled maps
Tuck them back behind the seat
This two lane turning gold
Catching every mile I have known
All the times I stayed
All the times I would go
Dust in my lungs
Blood on the wheel
I measure my days in centerline steel
Growing older in a town that grows slow
On this two lane turning gold
High school jersey in the thrift store
My last name stitched
Threads gone thin
I hear our laughter in the screen door
Hear my father in the rusted wind
He said
Son
It is work or leaving
Both of them will cost you sleep
Now I patch the roof each season
Count my blessings
Count my grief
On this two lane turning gold
Catching every mile I have known
All the times I stayed
All the times I would go
Dust in my lungs
Blood on the wheel
I measure my days in centerline steel
Growing older in a town that grows slow
On this two lane turning gold
I used to chase the distant glow
Thought every far off bar was mine
Now it is backyard smoke and fireflies
Her hand searching out for mine
I do not have the words I planned
Just these calloused
Clumsy hands
On this two lane turning gold
Catching every mile I have known
All the times I stayed
All the times I would go
Dust in my lungs
Blood on the wheel
I measure my days in centerline steel
If there is grace
It is paved in cracks and hope
On this two lane turning gold