Worn and Wild (wersja 2)

(Bare feet on the dashboard)

(Porch light low in the back seat)

(Engine humming down by the tracks)

(Headlights cut through the rust and the black)

Verse 1 – male vocal, hushed and intimate

Dust settling in where your shoulder used to be

Old denim against my thigh still warm from you and me

I keep the stereo on that same old station

Every crackle, every fader's hesitation

(Air freshener hanging by the rearview)

(Tailpipe coughing out a little less smoke than before)

Pre-Chorus

So how do I drive this empty highway with your name still in my mind?

How do I find my way back home without you riding shotgun, leaving me behind?

Can I outrun the ghost of you that's haunting every mile?

Is it possible to move forward when the only place I've been is back in time?

Chorus

I'm driving through the dark with your voice still playing loud in my mind (loud, loud)

(Gravel crunching beneath my bare feet)

(Headlights cutting through the mist off by the fields)

Worn and wild, that's how I'm learning to drive

Worn and wild, leaving the ghosts of you behind (behind, behind)

(Dust rising from the shoulder of the road)

(Engine coughing as it cools)

Verse 2

Four-wheeler tracks that you used to take me down by the lake

Same old cypress standing tall where we used to make out at night

(Rust flaking off the dashboard where your elbow left a mark)

(Crickets chirping up a lonely serenade)

(Your laughter still echoing from back in May)

Pre-Chorus

So how do I drive this empty highway with your name still in my mind?

How do I find my way back home without you riding shotgun, leaving me behind?

Can I outrun the ghost of you that's haunting every mile?

Is it possible to move forward when the only place I've been is back in time?

Chorus

I'm driving through the dark with your voice still playing loud in my mind (loud, loud)

(Gravel crunching beneath my bare feet)

(Headlights cutting through the mist off by the fields)

Worn and wild, that's how I'm learning to drive

Worn and wild, leaving the ghosts of you behind (behind, behind)

(Dust rising from the shoulder of the road)

(Engine coughing as it cools)

Bridge

I'll keep on driving till I find a place where you don't haunt me no more

Where every sunset don't remind me of something that we had before (before, before)

So I'll ride these country roads until the ghosts stop following me home

And maybe someday when the radio's quiet for a mile or two

I'll finally let go of everything I've been holding onto

Chorus

I'm driving through the dark with your voice still playing loud in my mind (loud, loud)

(Gravel crunching beneath my bare feet)

(Headlights cutting through the mist off by the fields)

Worn and wild, that's how I'm learning to drive

Worn and wild, leaving the ghosts of you behind (behind, behind)