Verse 1 We were seventeen on a gravel road, Rusty truck and a radio low, Sneakin’ out past that county line, Livin’ fast on borrowed time. Friday lights and a jersey stain, Small-town dreams we couldn’t name, Swore we’d never get stuck ‘round here, But we held on tight to every year. Chorus Life rolls on like a highway bend, You don’t know where it starts or ends, One day you’re young with the world in sight, Next you’re countin’ stars alone at night. Love comes quick, and it don’t stay long, Leaves you hummin’ a broken song, Yeah, we all leave tracks in the sand, Just dust on the dashboard, slippin’ through our hands. Verse 2 Got a job at the plant downtown, Clocked in early, sun goin’ down, Saved up for a little gold band, Asked her daddy for her hand. We built a life on a front porch swing, Two bare hearts and a pawnshop ring, First came love, then a baby cried, And I swore I’d be there every night. Chorus Life rolls on like a highway bend, You don’t know where it starts or ends, One day you’re young with the world in sight, Next you’re rockin’ a child to sleep at night. Love runs deep ‘til it breaks apart, Leaves a shadow across your heart, Yeah, we all make plans we don’t understand, Just dust on the dashboard, slippin’ through our hands. Verse 3 Doctor said it came outta nowhere, A quiet room and a folded prayer, Held her hand ‘til it turned to cold, That’s a kind of hurt that don’t grow old. Boy grew up and he moved away, Chasin’ dreams in another state, Phone calls turned into holidays, Then just pictures that slowly fade. Bridge I still hear her laughin’ in the hall, Still see that shadow on the wall, Every mile, every memory, Is all that’s left keepin’ me company. Final Chorus Life rolled on, didn’t wait for me, Took the ones that I used to be, Now it’s me and this empty room, And a past that fades too soon. Love was real, yeah I felt it burn, But it don’t always return, Now I’m sittin’ here where we began, Just dust on the dashboard… Slippin’ through my hands. Outro There’s an old truck parked in the drive, Don’t run much, but it still reminds… Of a boy, a girl, and a life we planned, Now it’s dust on the dashboard… And an empty hand.