Gravel kicking up beneath my worn out boots
Radio static mixing with the cricket roots
Left the city lights about a hundred miles back
Now i'm chasing memories down this dirt road track
Windows down and the summer heat is rising slow
Got a text from you saying where'd you go
But i'm somewhere between the past and moving on
With the sunset painting everything i did wrong
Out here on the backroads where the beats go slow
Where the stories grow like cotton in a row
We're just finding out what we already know
That the truth lives where the wildflowers grow
Mama's voice keeps echoing through my dashboard speakers
Saying boy you always were a truth seeker
But seeking ain't the same as finding what you need
Sometimes you gotta lose yourself to be freed
Passed the diner where we carved our names in wood
Said forever like we thought forever could
Now that table's holding strangers and their dreams
Nothing's quite as permanent as it seems
Out here on the backroads where the beats go slow
Where the stories grow like cotton in a row
We're just finding out what we already know
That the truth lives where the wildflowers grow
Three am and i'm still driving through the dark
Left the map behind just following my heart
Sometimes getting lost is just another way to start
Out here on the backroads where the beats go slow
Where the stories grow like cotton in a row
We're just finding out what we already know
That the truth lives where the wildflowers grow
Yeah the truth lives where the wildflowers grow
