On a childhood 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 about the whole thing Guess you gotta run sometimes Maybe I'm a fast train rolling down the 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 won't confess Was that blood or a wine stain on your wedding dress
Going back to Nashville, thinking about the whole thing Guess you gotta run sometimes Maybe I'm a fast train rolling down the 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 rolling through the valley Tearing up a good July



