On a crowded highway
Through a night alone
I was barely breathing

I was crawling home
Well, it's not quite london
Or the south of France

Or an Asian Island
Or a second chance


Going back to Nashville
Thinking 'bout the whole thing
Guess you gotta run sometimes

Maybe I'm a fast train
Blowing through a mountain
Watching all my life go by


You're a distant memory
You're an exit sign

i was talking crazy
On the driver's side
And I know I hurt you

But I can't confess
Was that blood or a wine stain
On your wedding dress


Going back to Nashville
Thinking 'bout the whole thing

Guess you gotta run sometimes
Maybe i'm a fast train
Blowing through a mountain

Watching all my life go by

Going back to Nashville

Laughing at a bad break
What's the use in wondering why
Maybe I'm a storm front

Blowing through a valley
Tearing up a good July
And it's safe and warm

Where nothing ever happens
Could it be so hard
To realign a star or two

Change a souther night for you