

(hummmm) Clay dust settled on the window glass
Counting miles that we never could outlast
Headlights cutting through the pine and wire
Cold river damp
meets a gutter fire
There's a heavy pull in the red red dirt
Taking all we made,
leaving all we hurt (yeah)
Let the back roads bend until they break
Take whatever's left of what we make
Heavy in the chest,
steady in the bone
Long way back to find our way back home
Fencing rusted
by the county line
Running out of highway,
out of time
Got no pride left in the gasoline
Just the quiet spaces in between
Let the back roads bend until they break
Take whatever's left of what we make
Heavy in the chest,
steady in the bone
Long way back to find our way back home
(way back home)
Just a long way back (steady in the bone)
Way back home