Runaway Highway

[Verse 1]
Red dust on my boots
Same town, same two-lane view
Mama says I never call
Dad just stares at the evening news
Got my paycheck in my pocket
Half a tank and a borrowed truck
All these "maybe one days"
Turned to "man, I'm stuck"
[Chorus]
I’m a runaway, runway lights in my head
Burning every back road I’ve ever been fed
If I don’t leave now, I’ll sink in this place
So I’m praying that the skyline saves my faith
Yeah, I’m done staying just to waste my days
I was built, I was born
I was born a runaway
[Verse 2]
Same bar, same barstool prophets
Talking big, going home by ten
They toast to last year’s glory
Then do it all again
She said, “Boy, you’re just like them”
And it cut me like a blade
’Cause I’m scared she might be right
If I don’t drive away
[Chorus]
I’m a runaway, runway lights in my head
Burning every back road I’ve ever been fed
If I don’t leave now, I’ll sink in this place
So I’m praying that the skyline saves my faith
Yeah, I’m done staying just to waste my days
I was built, I was born
I was born a runaway
[Bridge]
Yeah, I talk tough, but I’m terrified (oh)
That I’ll floor it and still feel behind
But I’d rather chase what I might not find
Than sit here asking why
[Chorus]
I’m a runaway, runway lights in my head
Burning every back road I’ve ever been fed
If I don’t leave now, I’ll sink in this place
So I’m praying that the skyline saves my faith
Yeah, I’m done staying just to waste my days
I was built, I was born
I was born a runaway

rap, Moody country-trap crossover with male vocals; fingerpicked acoustic and tremolo electric guitars over a spacious 808-driven groove. Verses stay close and confessional with half-sung, half-rapped cadences; chorus explodes into an anthemic pop-country hook with stacked harmonies and gritty guitars. Sub-bass and sparse keys glue it together, with a late-song dynamic lift that feels like flooring it down an empty highway., country, rock, acoustic, moody, pop, male vocals, electric, country rock, pop rock, alternative country