Back Roads

The headlights carve a path through the pines,
Gravel kicking up in the rearview shine.
A radio hums, soft and low,
Like the heartbeat of a road I know.

The wind’s got secrets, it whispers my name,
Calling me back to where I came.

On these backroads, where the stars don’t fade,
Where the night wraps ‘round like a warm cascade.
It’s a long way home, but I don’t mind,
I lose myself and find my time.
On these backroads, oh, these backroads.

There’s a diner light flickering down by the bend,
The kind of place where time pretends.
Coffee cups clink, and stories unfold,
Voices as warm as the biscuits they hold.

The smell of rain on a dusty lane,
It soothes my soul, it numbs the pain.

On these backroads, where the stars don’t fade,
Where the night wraps ‘round like a warm cascade.
It’s a long way home, but I don’t mind,
I lose myself and find my time.
On these backroads, oh, these backroads.