Backroad Memories

**"Backroad Memories"**

Dust kicks up where the red dirt meets the sky,

Old blue pickup and your hand in mine.

Radio's hummin’, sweet melody,

Your laugh's still hangin’ in this memory.

Backroad memories, they pull me in like the tide,

Where we carved our names in that worn-out fence line.

Even when the world feels cold and it’s moving too fast,

I’m chasing down those backroad memories, holdin’ onto the past.

Sunset’s bleeding orange through the pine,

Your perfume lingers like a glass of cheap red wine.

We thought that love was gonna last forever,

Guess some stories don’t want to be told better.

Backroad memories, they pull me in like the tide,

Where we carved our names in that worn-out fence line.

Even when the world feels cold and it’s moving too fast,

I’m chasing down those backroad memories, holdin’ onto the past.

Maybe someday, I’ll drive a different lane,

But right now, your shadow's dancing in the flame.

Backroad memories, they pull me in like the tide,

Where we carved our names in that worn-out fence line.

Even when the world feels cold and it’s moving too fast,

I’m chasing down those backroad memories, holdin’ onto the past.