Saddle Sore and Slow (wersja 2)

Verse

Paw prints on the dashboard where the coffee went cold

Fifty miles of empty highway and a map that's turned old

Saddle sore from yesterday but the seat still fits like two

I've been gone so long I don't remember who I used to be

Pre-Chorus

So I keep the pedal down and let the engine hum along

Every mile takes me further from where the trouble used to belong

I'm not running, I'm just taking my time

Watching the towns go by with a different kind of shine

Chorus

Saddle sore and slow, that's how I learn to be

Saddle sore and slow, that's where I find my liberty

Riding through the night with the stars right in my face

I don't need speed, I just need this empty space

Static hums beneath me like a drum in time

Verse

Neon sign outside the diner says 'Open till the sun comes up

Cigarette smoke curls out of the door and drifts into my cup

Waitress leans on her elbow with an eyebrow that won't quit

I ask her where the highway goes from here, she just shrugs

Pre-Chorus

So I keep the pedal down and let the engine hum along

Every mile takes me further from where the trouble used to belong

I'm not running, I'm just taking my time

Watching the towns go by with a different kind of shine

Chorus

Saddle sore and slow, that's how I learn to be

Saddle sore and slow, that's where I find my liberty

Riding through the night with the stars right in my face

I don't need speed, I just need this empty space

Static hums beneath me like a drum in time

Bridge

Freedom isn't fast, freedom is the road you take

Not the one they tell you to, but the one that makes you shake

So let the engine cough and let the sun start to rise

I'm not running from anything, I'm just trying to open my eyes

Chorus

Saddle sore and slow, that's how I learn to be

Saddle sore and slow, that's where I find my liberty

Riding through the night with the stars right in my face

I don't need speed, I just need this empty space

Static hums beneath me like a drum in time