Backroads Don’t Forget

That mailbox leans

Like it’s tired of my name

Gravel drive dust

Knows every truck I’ve ever changed

Mama’s old wind chimes

Still clack in the storm

Same screen door

Still hollers when it’s torn

Backroads don’t forget

Every rut, every rest, every bad decision

They remember that kiss

And the way you slammed the door on my ambition

I can drive ‘em all night

But they keep circling back to you instead

You might be gone from this town

But these backroads don’t forget

That high school sign

Still blinks out the “O”

Same bleachers, same splinters

Friends I used to know

Your daddy’s red barn

Fresh paint, same fight

Where we carved our initials

With a pocketknife

Radio low

Hear your name in the static

Turn it up loud

Like that’ll fix the habit

I tell myself I’m over you

Then hit that same old bend

Where your taillights disappeared

And started this dead-end