Backroad Therapy

Truck keys on the table

Day’s been dragging like a flat tire

Phone’s full of little fires

Can’t fix ’em from this kitchen chair

Dust on my boots by the doorway

Map folded up on the dash

I don’t need a plan or cash

Just a tank half there

I got backroad therapy

Gravel talkin’ underneath of me

Wind in the window, worries in the rearview fade

Let that sunset bleed on the fields

’Til the weight on my chest don’t feel so real

Yeah, the cure for a crowded mind’s

A two-lane, no-name line

That’s backroad therapy

(oh, that’s all I need)

Radio’s barely coming in clear

Static and a Sunday hymn

Singin’ like I’m born again

To the fireflies hiding in the corn

Mailbox names I can’t pronounce

Rusty fence, one porch light

Somehow it all feels right

Like I’ve been here before

I got backroad therapy

Gravel talkin’ underneath of me

Wind in the window, worries in the rearview fade

Let that sunset bleed on the fields

’Til the weight on my chest don’t feel so real

Yeah, the cure for a crowded mind’s

A two-lane, no-name line

That’s backroad therapy

(yeah, that’s all I need)

I don’t need a couch or a clipboard

Just this sky spilling over the pines

Every curve’s like a quiet confession

Every mile, I’m leaving behind

I got backroad therapy

Gravel talkin’ underneath of me

Wind in the window, worries in the rearview fade

Let that sunset bleed on the fields

’Til the weight on my chest don’t feel so real

If you’re hurtin’ like I was tonight

Grab the keys, don’t think, just drive

Find your backroad therapy

(backroad therapy)

’Cause that’s all you need