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That empty passenger seat is covered in dust
An old metal toolbox beginning to rust
We mapped out this county
by the bend of the creek
Now I'm left with the quiet
when I try to speak
You were the shadow
on my sunny days
The steady hand when I lost my ways
Now the highway stretches forever alone
How do I find
my way back home
When my truest friend is gone
I still hear your laugh
on the gravel driveway
Arguments about
doing things the hard way
You always stood tall
when the world turned its back
Now my world
is off of its track
You were the shadow
on my sunny days
The steady hand when I lost my ways
Now the highway stretches forever alone
How do I find
my way back home
When my truest friend is gone
Just a cold wind in the pines
Until next time
My old friend