Lyrics
I can't count how many country miles we've put down
I reflect on the countless miles we've traveled in the countryside.
What I wouldn't give for us to just take another lap around
I wish we could relive those moments and take another drive together.
With you on my right on a July night
You were on my right side during a warm July night.
Before you highwayed outta my life
Before you left my life, we shared experiences on the highway.
We'd burned it up til the sun sank down around here
We enjoyed the time until the sun set, leaving memories around here.
Left some rubber on this town from these old Good Years
We left tire marks on this town using old Good Year tires.
Til she tore out chasing them same faded lines
Until she (presumably a vehicle) left, following the same faded lines.
Never said goodbye
We parted without saying goodbye.
Now this Main Street drag ain't the same
Main Street feels different without you.
She's gone and the blacktop's to blame
Her absence is blamed on the blacktop or the road.
Damn this two lane
Expressing frustration with the two-lane road.
In a town this small people gon' talk it's just a thing
In a small town, people gossip, and it bothers the speaker.
And I still ain't forgot cause this chevy can't dodge that memory lane
The speaker hasn't forgotten the past, unable to avoid memories.
I used to be cool with a windshield view
Reflecting on a time when the speaker felt cool with a clear view through the windshield.
Now all I see is you
Now, the speaker's thoughts are consumed by the image of the person they miss.
We'd burned it up til the sun sank down around here
Repetition of the previous sentiment about enjoying time until sunset.
Left some rubber on this town from these old Good Years
More imagery of leaving marks on the town with tire rubber.
Til she tore out chasing them same faded lines
Repeating the departure of the vehicle, chasing the same lines.
Never said goodbye
Emphasizing the absence of a proper farewell.
Now this Main Street drag ain't the same
Main Street has lost its charm without the person who left.
She's gone and the blacktop's to blame
Blaming the road for the departure of the loved one.
Damn this two lane
Expressing frustration with the two-lane road once again.
Damn this four wheel drive
Expressing frustration with a four-wheel drive, possibly associated with the departure.
Damn the thought of you leaving me behind
Frustration with the idea of being left behind by the person.
Damn this two lane
Reiteration of frustration with the two-lane road.
We'd burned it up til the sun sank down around here
Repetition of enjoying time until the sun sets.
Left some rubber on this town from these old Good Years
Repetition of leaving tire marks on the town.
Til she tore out chasing them same faded lines
Repeating the departure of the vehicle, chasing the same lines.
Never said goodbye
Emphasizing the absence of a proper farewell.
Now this Main Street drag ain't the same
Main Street continues to feel different without the departed person.
She's gone and the blacktop's to blame
Blaming the road for the departure once again.
Damn this two lane
Expressing frustration with the two-lane road for the final time.
Damn this four wheel drive
Repeating frustration with a four-wheel drive.
Damn the thought of you leaving me behind
Reiterating frustration with the thought of being left behind.
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