[Verse 1]
Ten years stamped on that paper
Like it’s all that you are
But I still see that small-town summer
In the scar on your arm
I’m driving past that last gas station
Where we kissed in my old Ford
Now I’m stuck here in this same location
While they’re locking you behind that door
[Chorus]
Two hundred fifty miles between your hand and mine
I trace your name on the window every single time I drive
I’m angry at the judge
I’m angry at this town
I’m angry at the sky for letting you be gone this long
But I’ll be right here when you walk out that gate
You can circle every calendar page
Baby I’m in this
For the whole damn sentence
I’m not going anywhere, I’ll wait
[Verse 2]
Your letters smell like cheap ink
But I read them like gold
You say you’re getting used to the silence
I say I’m getting used to the cold
Your mama keeps your Sunday chair
Dust on your favorite boots
We talk about the day you’ll sit back there
Like that orange was never on you
[Chorus]
Two hundred fifty miles between your hand and mine
I trace your name on the window every single time I drive
I’m angry at the guards
I’m angry at the walls
I’m angry at the life that took our best years, one by one
But I’ll be right here when you walk out that gate
You can circle every calendar page
Baby I’m in this
For the whole damn sentence
I’m not going anywhere, I’ll wait