Back Roads and Bottle Caps

Plastic bag on the floorboard

Clinking like a nervous tooth

Two cold friends in the cup holder

Chasing down a stubborn truth

Dust jumps in the high beams

Mailboxes blur to streaks

You’re riding in my rearview

From three damn summers back this week

It’s just alcohol and back roads

Talking like we’re face to face

Every curve’s another almost

Every sip’s another taste

Of your goodbye in my throat

And your name on every signpost

I’m lost in all the what-ifs

Alcohol and back roads

That old bridge by Miller’s Creek

We carved our names in rust

Now I park there when it’s late

Let the gravel hold my trust

Radio says “take it easy”

Yeah

That ship already sailed

I toast the ghost in your sweatshirt

Riding shotgun in my head again

It’s just alcohol and back roads

Talking like we’re face to face

Every curve’s another almost

Every sip’s another taste

Of your goodbye in my throat

And your name on every signpost

I’m lost in all the what-ifs

Alcohol and back roads

Tail lights are a memory

Headlights are a dare

If I turned this truck toward your town

Would you even care? (would you care?)

So I circle all the same fields

Circle all the same pain

Til the bottle’s mostly empty

And the road runs out again

It’s just alcohol and back roads

Talking like we’re face to face

Every curve’s another almost

Every sip’s another taste

Of your goodbye in my throat

And your name on every signpost

I’m lost in all the what-ifs

Alcohol and back roads

Yeah

It’s just alcohol and back roads