Detalhes da MĂșsica

Verse 1
We were seventeen on a gravel road,
Rusty truck and a radio low,
Sneakinâ out past that county line,
Livinâ fast on borrowed time.
Friday lights and a jersey stain,
Small-town dreams we couldnât name,
Swore weâd never get stuck âround here,
But we held on tight to every year.
Chorus
Life rolls on like a highway bend,
You donât know where it starts or ends,
One day youâre young with the world in sight,
Next youâre countinâ stars alone at night.
Love comes quick, and it donât stay long,
Leaves you humminâ a broken song,
Yeah, we all leave tracks in the sand,
Just dust on the dashboard, slippinâ through our hands.
Verse 2
Got a job at the plant downtown,
Clocked in early, sun goinâ 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 Iâd be there every night.
Chorus
Life rolls on like a highway bend,
You donât know where it starts or ends,
One day youâre young with the world in sight,
Next youâre rockinâ a child to sleep at night.
Love runs deep âtil it breaks apart,
Leaves a shadow across your heart,
Yeah, we all make plans we donât understand,
Just dust on the dashboard, slippinâ through our hands.
Verse 3
Doctor said it came outta nowhere,
A quiet room and a folded prayer,
Held her hand âtil it turned to cold,
Thatâs a kind of hurt that donât grow old.
Boy grew up and he moved away,
Chasinâ dreams in another state,
Phone calls turned into holidays,
Then just pictures that slowly fade.
Bridge
I still hear her laughinâ in the hall,
Still see that shadow on the wall,
Every mile, every memory,
Is all thatâs left keepinâ me company.
Final Chorus
Life rolled on, didnât wait for me,
Took the ones that I used to be,
Now itâs me and this empty room,
And a past that fades too soon.
Love was real, yeah I felt it burn,
But it donât always return,
Now Iâm sittinâ here where we began,
Just dust on the dashboardâŠ
Slippinâ through my hands.
Outro
Thereâs an old truck parked in the drive,
Donât run much, but it still remindsâŠ
Of a boy, a girl, and a life we planned,
Now itâs dust on the dashboardâŠ
And an empty hand.