driving north on 35 heading into the night
the sun's getting easier for me to look at...
somewhere somehow i got everything backwards
from the gas tank to the engine, ambition sets the pistons on fire
and when you feel the distance in an empty bed
lord you'll know that you're the woman of a hard working guitar pickin' man
you know my dream has always been a freight train leaving town,
i grew up in a small town but i always knew i'd get out of that somehow.
i'm barely breathing on this stage
but it's keeping me alive
there's nowhere i'd rather be than on my way home to you tonight.
i just want to be back here.