Highway dust

Been runnin’ on fumes and a half-assed plan,

burnin’ up miles just to feel like a man.

Left my name in the dust of that one-light town,

but I still hear her voice when I roll the windows down.

Shoulda known better than to call last night,

guess old habits don’t go without a fight.

Her silence hit harder than the Tennessee rain,

now I’m punchin’ the dash, tryna shake off the pain.

But the road don’t give a damn about sorry,

and the whiskey don’t ask what I lost.

Ain’t a map in the world gonna take me back,

so I just keep drivin’ it off.

Pulled off near Memphis, killed the headlights,

sat on the hood just to buy me some time.

Moon’s got a way of makin’ you think,

but it sure as hell ain’t pourin’ my drink.

And the road don’t give a damn about sorry,

and the whiskey don’t care what it cost.

Ain’t a map in the world gonna take me back,

so I just keep drivin’ it off.