Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brock DeWald
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brock DeWald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bobby Hamrick
Producer
Testi
There's a highway now in that place where we used to run and play
My brother and me all our friends
Pray the daylight would never end
I remember well blurring lines from fantasy to reality
We built forts we'd go explore
Sail across an angry sea
There's a highway now long and paved
Over fields where we bailed hay
At thirteen in that big machine
Felt so proud to pull that rake
Steady your tread keep your head
Falling tired in to bed
Windrow lines when I close my eyes
Help to keep the cattle fed
Cars fly by engines roaring
I don't know where they're going
Show no signs of slowing down
Do they know what's buried in this ground
There's a highway now through the yard where cow dogs used to bark
Old H.E. would sip his tea watch the sunset turn to dark
How I miss those simpler times on this highway that I drive
Memories flood over me I drift away as the tires glad
Now cars fly by engines roaring
I don't know where they're going
Show no signs of slowing down
Do they know what's buried in this ground
I drive on engine roaring
Make it matter where I'm going
I'll take a moment to slow down
And appreciate what's buried in this ground
There's a highway now in that place
Written by: Brock DeWald