"I just can't help myself"- by Jim McPeak

116 BPM, driving Texas two-step beat, mid-fast 1990s dancehall country, steady kick drum and sharp snare backbeat, rich commanding level baritone lead vocal with grit, crisp solo vocals throughout, no finger snapping, no hand clapping, no church choir singing, subtle complimentary backing harmonies on chorus only, driving acoustic rhythm guitar, twangy telecaster guitar accents, weeping pedal steel swells, twin fiddles, piano, pristine studio mastering

Objects in the rearview mirror might look smaller than they seem,

but the road out in front of us is much bigger than our dreams.

Sometimes we’re racing, other times just rolling slow,

and when we hit the brakes, it’s just our wisdom telling us where to go.

The past is just the past, we’ve gotta leave that all behind.

We just got to keep moving forward, despite the warning signs.

Sometimes a U-turn helps us know which way to go,

helping us find our way back onto this road.

I've lost all control and my truck just steers itself,

because I’m heading straight into you girl, and I just can’t help myself.

Some ties were just exits where we parked for a while,

learning how to steer before moving on with a smile.

Flipped the headlights on to cut right through the dark,

every mile we cover is starting up a spark.

The past is just the past, we’ve gotta leave that all behind.

We just got to keep moving forward, despite the warning signs.

Sometimes a U-turn helps us know which way to go,

helping us find our way back onto this road.

I've lost all control and my truck just steers itself,

because I’m heading straight into you girl, and I just can’t help myself.

I lost my directions on all the roads I knew,

‘cause all those twists & turns led me straight to you,

and I just can’t help myself.

The past is just the past, we’ve gotta leave that all behind.

We just got to keep moving forward, despite the warning signs.

Sometimes a U-turn helps us know which way to go,

helping us find our way back onto this road.

I've lost all control and my truck just steers itself,

because I’m heading straight into you girl, and I just can’t help myself.

Barreling down this highway, I am headed straight into you girl,

and I just can’t help myself, while on my way to you.

(Fade out with twin fiddles, weeping pedal steel, and driving acoustic rhythm guitar)