Backroad Memory

I took the long way home again,

Just me, the truck, and the August wind.

That gravel crunch, those fading stars,

Every turn reminds me where you are.

Radio plays a tune we used to sing,

It's bittersweet, how it still stings.

It's a backroad memory, stuck in time,

The way you laughed, your hand in mine.

Tailgate nights under a southern sky,

We had forever, but it passed us by.

Now it's just me and this old melody,

Riding with a backroad memory.

The bar was loud, but I saw your face,

A ghost in the crowd, it's a damn disgrace.

How time don't heal like they say it will,

That first love fire is burning still.

Whiskey helps but doesn't erase,

The echo of your name in this place.

It's a backroad memory, stuck in time,

The way you laughed, your hand in mine.

Tailgate nights under a southern sky,

We had forever, but it passed us by.

Now it's just me and this old melody,

Riding with a backroad memory.

I see you in the rearview, haunting every turn,

And every mile I travel makes the ache return.

It's a backroad memory, stuck in time,

The way you laughed, your hand in mine.

Tailgate nights under a southern sky,

We had forever, but it passed us by.

Now it's just me and this old melody,

Riding with a backroad memory.

I keep driving, but the road won't end,

Just a loop of you playing again.