I wrote your name in dust
on the tailgate by the road
By the porch light low and
busted, you still hit me like
a cold
Coffee rings on the table,
boot prints by the door
You came in like a Sunday
preacher and I keep coming back
for more
Oh, the screen door hangs open
when you call me in Every
worn-out county mile feels brand new
again I wrote your name in
dust
on the dash of my truck
Every backroad turn
leads me back to us I
wrote your name in dust right
where the sun hits through I
hear you in the radio and
I know what to do
Mason jar on the counter,
cheap beer,
two ice cubes
Your old flannel on the chair
back still feels like you
Blacktop in the afternoon,
dust hanging off the tires
Every busted little promise still lights
up like a wire
Oh, the screen door hangs open
when you call me in Every
worn-out county mile feels brand new
again I wrote your name in
dust on the dash of my
truck Every backroad turn
leads me back to us I
wrote your name in dust right
where the sun hits through I
hear you in the radio
and I know what to do
Let the grain fall through my
hands Let the hard stuff pass
I was half a runaway 'Til
I found you at last
I wrote your name in dust
on the dash of my truck
Every backroad turn
leads me back to us I
wrote your name in dust right
where the sun hits through I
hear you in the radio and
I know what to do