Nashville-Gretchen Peters
On a childhood highway through a night alone
I was barely breathing, I was crawling home
well it’s not quite London or the south of France
or an Asian island or a second chance
going back to Nashville, thinking ‘bout the whole thing
guess you gotta run sometimes
maybe I’m a fast train rolling down a mountain
watching all my life go by
you’re a distant memory, you’re an exit sign
I was talking crazy on the driver’s side
and I know I hurt you but I can’t confess
was that blood or a wine stain on your wedding dress
going back to Nashville, thinking about the whole thing
guess you gotta run sometimes
maybe I’m a fast train rolling down a mountain
watching all my life go by
going back to Nashville, laughing at a bad break
what’s the use in wondering why?
baby, I’m a storm front blowing through the valley
tearing up a good July
and it’s safe and warm where nothing ever happens
would it be so hard to realign a star or two?
change a southern night for you
well it’s not quite evening and it’s not New York
there’s a scar in the blue sky by the old airport
and I’m talking crazy on the driver’s side
I will always love you like a long goodbye