You left in your coffee cup

Lipstick print that July rush

Said you'd call when you had time

Guess that time just froze on us

I took all the long way roads

Passed our exit twice that night

Talking to an empty seat like you might just answer back

Every wrong turn still leads me to you

Every back road, every dead end to you

I keep driving through the same old hurt

Heart on the dash, hand on the dirt

Every wrong turn still leads me to you

Friends say you were just a phase

I still see your name in lights

On the screen of my locked phone

On the dark side of my mind

I rerun our last slow dance

Kitchen tiles, bare feet, your laugh

Funny how an ordinary floor feels like sacred broken glass

Every wrong turn still leads me to you (Every you)

Every back road, every dead end to you (Every dead end)

Keep driving through the same old hurt

Heart on the dash, hand on the dirt, yeah

Every wrong turn still leads me to you

Maybe there's a map I missed

Folded in the glove compartment

Maybe there's a road past this

Or maybe you're the missing part

Every wrong turn still leads me to you

Every back road, every dead end to you...