

Shared a backpack
Split a busted phone Passed the same small towns
On the way back home
You took the window
I took the aisle
Counted every mile
In worn-out smiles
Same old road
Same old shoes
Same bad jokes
Same old blues When the sky turns heavy
And the map feels wrong We just walk this long
Tough common road And somehow we go on
Argued over nothing
In a parking lot
You swore you’d leave
I swore you would not
Sat on the curb Till the coffee got cold Two stubborn kids
Trying to act grown
Same old road
Same old shoes
Same bad jokes
Same old blues When the sky turns heavy
And the map feels wrong
We just walk this long
Tough common road And somehow we go on
We’ve been broke
Been
bitter Been lost
Been late Still saving each other
A paper plate
From crowded tables
Where we don’t quite fit
You nudge my shoulder
Say
We’re built for this Same old road
Same old shoes
Same bad jokes
Same old blues When the sky turns heavy
And the map feels wrong
We just walk this long
Tough common road And somehow we go on