Rust and Gold 3

Verse

Dented chrome mirror hanging off a nail on the wall

License plate faded to the color of rust and small talk

That old Pontiac rattled through town like it owned every street

Radio crackling static where your voice used to be

You left at noon, said you'd write, I never got a letter

Found that journal tucked behind the back seat weather

Every mile marker circled in black permanent ink

Still don't know why you took the map and not me as well

Pre-Chorus

Was it something I did or just summer running thin?

I'm left here wondering on this same old two-lane within

So tell me was it love or just a boy with an open door

Tell me so I can learn what love's supposed to be for

Chorus

Oh the rust and gold is holding all our stories, ain't you seen?

Every mile marker's a memory of you and me

Still don't know why you left but the sun on my skin feels like freedom

So let the rust and gold keep telling this old truth — we both lived

Verse

Found your jacket in the back of the closet, still smells like cornfields at sunset

Folded it neat like a goodbye letter I never sent

Your boots are gone now but that patchwork blanket's still warm from last winter

Every time the wind goes quiet I hear my heart trying to answer

Pre-Chorus

Was it something I did or just summer running thin?

I'm left here wondering on this same old two-lane within

So tell me was it love or just a boy with an open door

Tell me so I can learn what love's supposed to be for

Chorus

Oh the rust and gold is holding all our stories, ain't you seen?

Every mile marker's a memory of you and me

Still don't know why you left but the sun on my skin feels like freedom

So let the rust and gold keep telling this old truth — we both lived

Bridge

Maybe goodbyes look different than they used to

Maybe leaving someone means giving 'em something true

I'm not mad, I'm just older now

Learned that heartache wears a crown

Chorus

Oh the rust and gold is holding all our stories, ain't you seen?

Every mile marker's a memory of you and me

Still don't know why you left but the sun on my skin feels like freedom

So let the rust and gold keep telling this old truth — we both lived