Back To You

The sun’s hangin’ low on the red dirt road,

Coffee’s gone cold but I still hold on.

Wind through the pines hums a lonesome tune,

Feels like this town never moves too soon.

Slow it down, let the night roll in,

Count the stars like long-lost friends.

Every mile I’ve wandered, I find the truth—

The slow beat of life brings me back to you.

Boots by the door, hat on the chair,

Radio playin’ like nobody’s there.

Love don’t rush, it just settles deep,

Like a front porch swing when the world’s asleep.

Slow it down, let the night roll in,

Count the stars like long-lost friends.

Every mile I’ve wandered, I find the truth—

The slow beat of life brings me back to you.

It ain’t about the places I’ve been,

It’s the quiet roads that lead me home again.

Slow it down, let the night roll in,

Count the stars like long-lost friends.

Every mile I’ve wandered, I find the truth—

The slow beat of life brings me back to you.