Counting the Scars (wersja 2)

Verse

Two hundred miles of cracked asphalt sky

Headlights flicker past the empty fields gone dry

Your mother's kitchen, the counter still warm

Frying pan heavy with yesterday's storm

The radio whispers something I don't know

I'm folding the map where you wrote your name in cursive

Pressing my thumb into the crease of that line

Like it's a promise or like it's goodbye

Pre-Chorus

And the engine coughs, and the window rolls down

Every town looks the same, every mile goes round

Tell me what I'm running for

Is this just a habit or something more

Chorus

Counting the scars on every mile I drive

Hoping that someday you'll ask me why

I left behind everything but my name

Counting the scars like they're the only frame

Verse

Diner counter where we used to sit

Coffee stain still wet on the Formica hit

Your father's truck, the engine block worn

Parked outside your house till the first light was born

The road unwinds into nothing I know

Fingers drumming on the dashboard low

Every mile marker, every bend and turn

I'm counting the scars that say I survived this year

Pre-Chorus

And the engine coughs, and the window rolls down

Every town looks the same, every mile goes round

Tell me what I'm running for

Is this just a habit or something more

Chorus

Counting the scars on every mile I drive

Hoping that someday you'll ask me why

I left behind everything but my name

Counting the scars like they're the only frame

Bridge

Maybe you never loved me, maybe you never stayed

But in your mother's kitchen the grease still smells the same

So I'm counting these roads and every scar I wear

Like they mean something even if it ain't true I swear

Chorus

Counting the scars on every mile I drive

Hoping that someday you'll ask me why

I left behind everything but my name

Counting the scars like they're the only frame