Dust and Broken Roads

Passed the old county sign at half past nine

Still looking for a spark I left behind

This gravel road remembers every turn

And every single bridge I had to burn

But the dashboard clock is ticking slow (mmmmm) And there is only

one place left to go

There's a porch light burning in the pines

Tracing out the map of better times

And the world can spin,

the seasons change But some sweet things remain the same

(yeah, they stay the same)

Saw the swing still hanging from the oak

And the chimney rising with the kitchen smoke

My old man’s boots are sitting by the door

Just like they did ten years ago or more

Sometimes you gotta lose your way

To value what you find

To see the gold in yesterday

And leave the dust behind

Yeah, they stay the same

Back home in the pines (ahhh)