Leather and Dirt Roads
Two lanes running through the county line
Dust kicking up in the late sunshine
Mailbox leaning by the gravel drive Took ten long years just to
feel alive
I left my shadow on the interstate
Turned the wheel before it got too late
(yeah, turned it home)
There's a porch light burning through the black oak trees
Cutting through the miles that I left beneath
No more running down an empty road
Every single mile has been leading me home
(leading me home)
Screen door squeaking on an old brass hinge Coffee steaming where the
day begins
Everything I thought I had to chase Was sitting right here in
this quiet place
I spent a lifetime looking far and wide Just to find my
way back to the other side
(all the way back)
There's a porch light burning through the black oak trees
Cutting through the miles that I left beneath
No more running down an empty road
Every single mile has been leading me home
(leading me home)
(oh, take me home)
Leading me home...
Yeah, back where I belong.