On a crowded 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
Blowing through 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 'bout the whole thing
Guess you gotta run sometimes
Maybe i'm a fast train
Blowing through a mountain
Watching all my life go by
Going back to Nashville
Laughing at a bad break
What's the use in wondering why
Maybe I'm a storm front
Blowing through a valley
Tearing up a good July
And it's safe and warm
Where nothing ever happens
Could it be so hard
To realign a star or two
Change a souther night for you
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