Backroad Memories

Each crack in the gravel, it tells a tale, A story of summers, of love that failed The dust kicks up like an old refrain, Whisperin’ names I can't hear again The trees lean in, like they're tryin' to see, What the past keeps hidin' from me Backroad memories, they wind and they weave, Every turn’s a story I don’t wanna leave No picture can hold what these miles mean, The road’s where I live, where I’ve always been The mailbox leans where we used to stop, Trading secrets under that cedar top The sun would set, paintin' the sky, We’d drive too fast, not sayin' goodbye Now the ruts are deeper, but the path’s the same, Still callin’ softly, still callin’ my name Backroad memories, they wind and they weave, Every turn’s a story I don’t wanna leave No picture can hold what these miles mean, The road’s where I live, where I’ve always been