Текст песни
Verse 1 Dust on my boots from a long highway, Chasing the sun through another day. Gas station coffee and a memory or two, Rolling past places I once called “you.” Road signs whisper stories I’ve heard before, Lonely guitars behind every door. If freedom’s a question, I’m living the proof, Riding this ribbon of road like the truth. Chorus So I keep driving under wide-open skies, Let the wind answer all of my whys. If the night gets cold, I light my hope up again— A song for the road and the man I’ve been. Verse 2 Motels with numbers instead of names, Old vinyl crackle and picture frames. Every small town brings a new kind of grace, Every rest stop shows another face. Maybe tomorrow I’ll settle down, Find a porch light in a quiet town. But tonight the highway sings in my bones, And I follow the voice that calls me home. Bridge If I ever slow down, let the truth remain: The road raised my heart through the joy and the pain. Final Chorus So I keep driving under wide-open skies, Let the wind answer all of my whys. If the night gets cold, I light my hope up again— A song for the road and the man I’ve been.
