Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taylor Scott Band
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Scott
Songwriter
Elizabeth Elkins
Songwriter
Lyrics
I come from a windy town on the plains
Not the kind where everyone knows your name
The kind you pass through on a long late night drive
While the devil’s asleep in the back of your mind
It wasn’t just that there was nothing to do
That you and I became a troublesome two
And though we grew up with minimal pains
That town carries with it a bag full of names
The moon hits your bloodsteam just as you were leaving
The stars they all started to lie
Time it spins backwards
Hold on to the past words
That keep you from saying goodbye
You were the notebook my secrets were kept in
I was the mirror where you checked your reflection
No way of knowing the story about
The one who got trapped and the one who got out
This town ain’t the dream that you hoped you could lose
You’ve turned into clippings of sad small town news
Upon my return I won’t recognize
The sound of your voice, the look in your eyes
The moon hits your bloodstream just as you were leaving
The stars they all started to lie
Time it spins backwards, hold onto the past words
That kept you from saying goodbye
So you might as well stay, you might as well stay
Something always gets in the way
You might as well stay
You were the notebook my secrets were kept in
I was the mirror where checked your reflection
That town still hasn’t thought nothing about
The ones who got trapped and the ones who got out
Written by: Elizabeth Elkins, Taylor Scott


