First Winter Roads

Yellow headlights carve the falling white

Passenger seat is empty tonight

The old red neon diner sign glows through the trees (humm)

I used to take the long way around to avoid this ridge

Now I’m pulling over just before the bridge

I can drive through here without turning around

Your memory can stay,

but it doesn't own this town I'm taking back the roads we

used to know

One winter night at a time,

I'm learning where I want to go

Inside, the steam rises from a paper cup

A jukebox spin-off starts warming up

The waitress pours the coffee,

nods and walks away

Some things don't need a word to say

I can drive through here without turning around

Your memory can stay,

but it doesn't own this town I'm taking back the roads we

used to know

One winter night at a time,

I'm learning where I want to go

I thought leaving

meant forgetting

Maybe leaving means remembering without hurting (ahhhh)

I can drive through here without turning around!

Your memory can stay,

but it doesn't own this town!

(yeah) I'm taking back the roads we used to know

One winter night at a time,

I'm learning where I want to go (hahaha)