(Verse 1)

The road just wouldn’t end.

And hell,

I didn’t want it to.

(Pre-chorus)

There was whiskey in the glovebox,

a cigarette behind my ear,

and a woman’s voice still echoing

from three motels ago.

(Chorus)

Every mile felt like a confession

I didn’t mean to make.

The sun was melting over the asphalt

like an old promise.

(Verse 2)

Yeah, I could’ve stopped—

but then what?

Go home?

To what’s left of it?

Pre-chorus)

There was whiskey in the glovebox,

a cigarette behind my ear,

and a woman’s voice still echoing

from three motels ago.

(Chorus)

Every mile felt like a confession

I didn’t mean to make.

The sun was melting over the asphalt

like an old promise.

(Bridge)

The road kept going,

and I kept pretending

I had somewhere to be.

(Outro)

Truth is—

we were perfect together,

me and that endless goddamn road.