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

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