Backroad Smoke in Climax

State line signs blur in the rearview

Ash on my shirt, laughing at the wrong turn

GPS say straight, heart say side road

Red clay dust kickin’ up on my boots

Little town name on the green post

Climax, written like a half-joke

Pulled off where the pavement broke

You passed it back, eyes half closed (yeah)

High in Climax, windows cracked

Whole world small as this paper sack

Slow draw, long talks, leanin’ way back

Feelin’ that rise, never lookin’ back

High in Climax, late July

You said, “Don’t rush it,” I touched the sky

Laugh lines deeper than the county map

High in Climax, never comin’ down from that (oh yeah)

Radio low on a static song

You traced my name on the fogged glass

Cicadas singin’ like they owned the dark

Stars stuck tight to the pine tops

You said, “We’ll get there when we get there”

Head in my lap, hat on the dash

Every mile just meltin’ off my mind

Only thing that mattered was the next pass (hey)

High in Climax, windows cracked

Whole world small as this paper sack

Slow draw, long talks, leanin’ way back

Feelin’ that rise, never lookin’ back

High in Climax, late July

You said, “Don’t rush it,” I touched the sky

Laugh lines deeper than the county map

High in Climax, never comin’ down from that