American Strings

Left the keys on the laminate counter

Stacked the mail by the telephone cord

Thirty miles since I looked in the mirror

Just a line on a state-line board

I can still smell the rain on your collar (mhmmm)

And I thought I'd feel lighter the further I drove

But the weight of the silence is all that I know

There's a map in my head that I can't seem to fold

Every road is a story we already told

Now I'm chasing the headlights to find where they go

But they're only showing me home (yeah)

Pulling into a diner in Austin

Yellow mustard and coffee in mugs

Saw a kid who had your kind of laughter

Giving someone a hard-headed hug

And the coffee tasted like dust

Sometimes the leaving is easy

But the staying away is the fight

I didn't run from your arms,

my love

I was running from my own

light There's a map in my head that I can't seem to

fold

Every road is a story we already told

Now I'm chasing the headlights to find where they go

But they're only

showing me home

(showing me home!)

Only showing me home (mhmmm)

Yeah, showing me home