Counting Stars in the Rearview Mirror 2 (версия 2)

Verse

Fourteen and I traded in my bike for a truck bed

Barely passed the test with a borrowed learner's permit

Cruised Main Street past the diner where we'd sit all night

You rolled down your window, asked if you could drive me home tonight

Now the headlights of your old Chevy flicker on the road again

Same red dirt road I left behind and all its fading dreams

I kept driving till the stars gave way to sun up high

Never thought I'd end up counting them from behind my eyes

Pre-Chorus

Do you ever think about that small town life we used to live?

The same four blocks, the same two friends who never left?

Can a heart be homesick for something it never knew could be?

Tell me is this where I'm supposed to be?

Chorus

Counting stars in the rearview mirror

Every one I count leads back here tonight

I thought I was running but now I know

That was just my heart trying to find its way home

Verse

You had a girlfriend with blonde hair and an angel smile

I wrote you songs that nobody ever bothered to read for a while

You drove me home from your family's farm on Saturday night

I'd ride shotgun till the stars came out right

We'd talk about our futures in a way we both knew was fake

But I didn't know what mine was yet, and neither did you

Every stoplight counted down another minute closer to gone

I thought this town would swallow me whole before morning dawn

Pre-Chorus

Do you ever think about that small town life we used to live?

The same four blocks, the same two friends who never left?

Can a heart be homesick for something it never knew could be?

Tell me is this where I'm supposed to be?

Chorus

Counting stars in the rearview mirror

Every one I count leads back here tonight

I thought I was running but now I know

That was just my heart trying to find its way home

Bridge

Not every road you take ends up a dead end

Sometimes it circles back and that's where you intend

I don't know how I ended up right in the middle of this

But if losing everything taught me one thing, it's this: home is not a place you leave behind but something inside

Chorus

Counting stars in the rearview mirror

Every one I count leads back here tonight

I thought I was running but now I know

That was just my heart trying to find its way home