Runaway Roads
(hm-mmm) Single bed
in a dim motel
Leather jacket that he knew so well
Little brother sleeping in the passenger seat
Growing up with a map beneath his feet
Keeping watch with a silver blade
He learned to drive at thirteen years Chasing down all his father's
fears No time for playground games Just memorizing names
Of things that hide
under the bed
Oh, the weight of the highway,
the roar
of the chrome
When a sixty-seven Chevy
is your only home
Saving the world
but losing his youth
Hiding the scars and burying the truth (yeah)
Now he's older and the road is long
Still humming that same old classic song
But the shadows don't just fade away
They follow him into the light of day
A soldier's heart
in a dusty coat
Oh, the weight of the highway,
the roar
of the chrome
When a sixty-seven Chevy
is your only home
Saving the world
but losing his youth
Hiding the scars and burying the truth (ooh-ooh)
Just a boy who never got to stay
(ahhhh) Driving into the sunset gray