you are my back-country road
i didn't know how much i missed your turns
until i made three wrong of my own
this road weren't built for speedin'
this driver won't bury the needle
when it's gravel beneath the wheels
weren't built for boostin' tourism neither
just for getting from one Somewhere to the next
but now i'm drivin' here
i forget what was so important 'bout gettin' Somewhere
i want to learn every pull-off, every driveway
every hairpin, every straight stretch
do i love this road, or the distraction it provides
am i happy here
or is this feeling the lack of the hollowness that usually rides my shotgun
i could drive forever, without another traffic light
i could grow to love stopping at the intersections
just to chat with you
rolling our eyes in agreement at the tie behind me barmpin' on his horn
i guess he still has two wrong turns to go
before he finds his love
before he finds his back-country road
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