VERSE 1:
You pulled up in that blue ’77,
Chrome glowing like it carried you from heaven.
You said, “I’ll take it slow, I’ll be back tonight,”
But the way you gripped that wheel never felt quite right.
I watched you smile like the world was yours,
Sunset burning off the hood like an open door.
You kissed my cheek, said, “Don’t you worry none,”
But I felt the road calling louder than I ever could.
VERSE 2:
I held your jacket when you pulled away,
Still warm from your shoulders, still smelling like the day.
Funny how the smallest moments stay the longest,
How the softest warnings end up hitting the hardest.
I stood in the driveway long after you’d gone,
Listening for the echo of your favorite song.
The night felt heavy, the sky too still—
Like it already knew what I didn’t feel.
CHORUS:
Now I’m talkin’ to the sky like it’s you again,
Beggin’ for a sign from wherever you went.
They found your jacket on the passenger seat,
But not the boy who swore he’d never leave me.
And I still hear you revvin’ through the wind,
In that blue ’77 you loved more than livin’.
VERSE 3:
Your mama keeps the keys in a drawer by the stairs,
Says touching them feels like losing air.
I drive past the curve where the guardrail bends,
Wonderin’ if you saw my face in the dark at the end.
Some nights I swear I hear your boots on the floor,
Like you’re coming home, like you’re mine once more.
But ghosts don’t knock and boys don’t rise,
And grief is just love with nowhere to drive.
VERSE 4:
I still keep your letters in a box by the bed,
Read ’em when the memories get too loud in my head.
You wrote about forever like it was guaranteed,
Like the world would always make room for you and me.
But forever’s just a word when the road turns cruel,
And I’m left holdin’ pieces of a life we never grew.
I trace your name on the frost of the glass,
Whisper to the silence, beg for the past.
CHORUS:
Now I’m talkin’ to the sky like it’s you again,
Screamin’ at the stars for what they took back then.
They kept your jacket, but they buried the rest,
And I’m left holdin’ all the words you never said.
Still hear you revvin’ through the wind,
In that blue ’77.
OUTRO:
You promised you’d drive safe.
But you never promised you’d stay.
Nightshiftradio
