Radio Signal Down

Verse

Sixteen summers ago I was standing on the porch light stairs

Dying on the radio because it wasn't loud enough for me to hear

You drove a silver hatchback with your window down so low you looked like magic in a cloud of yellow dust and diesel fumes

We talked about running away from everything we'd ever know

The kind of things teenagers say when they still think forever lasts

Pre-Chorus

So what do I call the ache that still feels like coming home to this small town in July

What's the word for the way a song can break my heart and make it swell at the same time

Chorus

I'm driving down old country roads with your name on my tongue again

Radio static soft against my ear, but it sounds just as you said in '07

Every mile marker is a ghost of what we left behind

And I drive anyway like this whole life was made for losing and finding you one more time

Verse

Now I'm older than I used to be, the hatchback's replaced with keys to my own driveway

But every summer night still feels too short so I stay up listening to that same worn cassette tape of our mixtapes

Somehow your voice at sixteen sounds more honest than most grown-ups' at forty

Pre-Chorus

So what do I call the ache that still feels like coming home to this small town in July

What's the word for the way a song can break my heart and make it swell at the same time

Chorus

I'm driving down old country roads with your name on my tongue again

Radio static soft against my ear, but it sounds just as you said in '07

Every mile marker is a ghost of what we left behind

And I drive anyway like this whole life was made for losing and finding you one more time

Bridge

Maybe some things are worth the losing all over twice

Losing you still felt like winning that summer

So I'll keep singing these songs until they're mine alone, not just a memory in between our names on a map of what-if places

Maybe this old radio's got one more miracle left to give

Chorus

I'm driving down old country roads with your name on my tongue again

Radio static soft against my ear, but it sounds just as you said in '07

Every mile marker is a ghost of what we left behind

And I drive anyway like this whole life was made for losing and finding you one more time