This Must be the Place
Lights in the rearview mirror. Leavin’ it all behind for something real. Room to breathe. The kind of quiet that fills you up. No going back. No regrets. We found what we were lookin’ for.
We're just the leaving kind.
Not the ones to wait around.
We'll stop when we can.
But that ain't yet.
Long miles. Weary eyed.
After that neon buzz.
The dirt don't lie.
Leave the lights on.
Too late to go back, too early to quit.
It comes easy out here.
New day, same boots
Ain't chasing much.
Didn't plan it. Didn't need to.
Small town, big story.
