[Verse 1]
Bench seat sagging
kids stacked three across
Windows cracked for summer
map flapping like a lost cause
Thermos on the floorboard
Dad’s cap pulled down low
Radio too quiet
for the stories we’d be told
[Chorus]
I miss those late-night drives in the LTD
Chasing old fence lines
like they were leading me
To some ghosted farm
or a secret place to cast a line
All of us breathing
in the same back-road time
Yeah, I’d give up half my tomorrows
for one more of those nights
[Verse 2]
Dust in the headlights
moths in a wild dance
Mom counting mailboxes
like some small-town chant
“Turn when you see
that leaning cottonwood”
Looking for a pond
we swore held something good
[Chorus]
I miss those late-night drives in the LTD
Chasing old fence lines
like they were leading me
To some ghosted farm
or a secret place to cast a line
All of us breathing
in the same back-road time
Yeah, I’d give up half my tomorrows
for one more of those nights
[Bridge]
Now it’s empty highways
and a screen’s cold glow
I get where I’m going
but I don’t really go
I still smell wet tackle
and that hot vinyl seat (oh)
Close my eyes
and they’re all here with me
[Chorus]
I miss those late-night drives in the LTD
Chasing old fence lines
like they were leading me
To some busted barn
or a quiet place to throw a line
All of us laughing
in that slow, crooked shine
Yeah, I’d give up half my tomorrows
for one more of those nights
One more of those nights