Backroad Kind Of Home

Sunset sinking

on a two-lane road,

Dust in the mirror,

nowhere to go. Your hand in mine

and the radio low,

We were young,

but we didn’t know.

Every mile marker,

every county line,

I’d take that drive

a thousand times.

Coffee at midnight,

boots by the door,

Your old blue jeans hanging on my floor.

We don’t need much,

never needed more,

Just your laugh

and that screen door.

(ooh yeah)

Life gets hard and the years roll by,

But I still see that fire in your eyes.

Someday our hair’ll turn

silver and gray,

We’ll laugh about the things

we used to say.

And when that old road finally meets the end,

I’ll take your hand

and start again.

Sunset fading, headlights on,

Still got you, and that’s all I want.

Two hearts riding

where the wild winds blow—

You’re my backroad kind of home.

(mmm hmm)