Truck Knows

This old bench seat knows my secrets better than the preacher ever did

Dust on the dash and a past in pieces

I talk to the windshield when the midnight hits

Moon on the hood dull and crooked like my choices

Gas pedal down down trying to stomp out the burn in my chest

Floorboard full of bottle caps and fast food wishes

Every goodbye left a footprint in the rust and the rest

I drive in circles just to feel something that stays and listens

Radio fades but the engine still hums my name

Even when every other heartbeat walks away

My old truck knows all the words I never said

It heard the I love yous and the please dont go

It felt every hard hit of my hand on the wheel when the sky went red

Yeah people roll in people roll out

But this old truck stays in the glow of the road

My old truck knows my soul better than I know

Passenger seat like a ghost town full of worn out laughs

Your perfume still haunts that torn seatbelt strap

I chase your taillights through every broken overpass

Talking to the rearview like it might talk back

I ask the dash why you left and why roads bend

The odometer just shrugs and rolls on again