on a childhood highway through a night alone
i was barely breathing, i was crawling home
well it's not quite london or the south of france
or an asian island or a second chance
going back to nashville, thinking about the whole
thing
guess you gotta run sometimes
maybe i'm a fast train rolling down the mountain
watching all my life go by
you're a distant memory, you're an exit sign
i was talking crazy on the drivers side
and i know i hurt you but i won't confess
was that blood or a wine stain on your wedding dress
going back to nashville, thinking about the whole
thing
guess you gotta run sometimes
maybe im a fast train rolling down the mountain
watching all my life go by
going back to nashville, laughing at a bad break
what's the use in wondering why
maybe i'm a storm front rolling through the valley
tearing up a good july
and its safe and warm where nothing ever happens
would it be so hard to realign a star or two
change a southern night for you
well it's not quite evening and it's not new york
theres a scar in the blue sky by the old airport
and i'm talking crazy on the driver's side
i will always love you like a long goodbye