It’s been years since we called it quits,
But there’s something I just can’t seem to forget.
That old white truck with the busted tail light,
Extended cab, stick shift, Friday night.
You might have moved on, found a shiny new ride,
But there’s no outrunnin’ the past you can’t hide.
Every dirt road still hums our song,
And every Frontier feels like where I belong.
I still see your hand on the wheel, my feet on the dash,
Windows down, talkin’ ‘bout love that would always last.
But promises fade like a taillight glow,
Now you’re just someone I used to know.
Every white Nissan Frontier’s got your name on it,
Every dust-covered memory, I can’t outrun it.
It don’t matter who’s drivin’, it still feels the same,
Like a ghost of the love we let slip away.
It’s not the make or the model, it’s the way it appears,
Every white Nissan Frontier will always be yours, my dear.
I see it parked outside the corner store,
Flashbacks of us, fightin’, slammin’ that door.
Pullin’ over, hearts racin’ too fast,
One kiss, and we’d forget the past.
Shiftin’ gears down a gravel road,
Laughin’ loud, with nowhere to go.
Now you’ve got a new truck, maybe a new girl too,
But that old Frontier still screams “me and you.”
It’s not the wheels, it’s the weight that they hold,
Every mile marked a story we left untold.
It’s not the truck, it’s the nights that it’s seen,
Back when forever still felt like a guarantee.
Every white Nissan Frontier’s got your name on it,
Every dust-covered memory, I can’t outrun it.
It don’t matter who’s drivin’, it still feels the same,
Like a ghost of the love we let slip away.
It’s not the make or the model, it’s the way it appears,
Every white Nissan Frontier will always be yours, my dear.
Maybe someday I’ll stop lookin’ to the past,
And when I see one sittin’, it won’t pull me back,
Maybe someday I’ll stop lookin’ back when I see one pass.
And when I see one pass, it won’t bring you back.
But for now, it’s a reminder of you and me,
Where love changed gears and set us free,
Where love rode shotgun, wild and free.
Every white Nissan Frontier’s got your name on it,
Every dust-covered memory, I can’t outrun it.
It don’t matter who’s drivin’, it still feels the same,
Like a ghost of the love we let slip away.
It’s not the make or the model, it’s the way it appears,
Every white Nissan Frontier will always be yours, my dear.
So here’s to that truck, and the boy I once knew,
Every Frontier’s a time machine, takin’ me back to you.
SonnyMendinghall
