[Verse 1] You picked a Sunday after church, The lot was empty, sun was low. That old '94 Ranger rattled When you said, “Easy now, let go.” Your hand rested near the shifter, Mine was tight around the wheel. You said, “Look where you’re going, son,” And somehow made the whole thing feel Like I could do it. [Chorus] I still have that Ford Ranger, And your station’s still the same. I turn the key, the dial lights up, I leave it where you left your name. I know the road keeps rolling, But some things I can’t move on. So I let that old song play awhile Like you’re riding along. [Verse 2] You never rushed me through the turns, Just nodded when I found the line. The church bells rang across the lot; You said I’d get it with some time. Now spring came and took you from us, And the cab still smells like dust. There’s a crease worn in the driver’s seat Where you taught me how to trust My hands, my eyes, the road. [Chorus] I still have that Ford Ranger, And your station’s still the same. I turn the key, the dial lights up, I leave it where you left your name. I know the road keeps rolling, But some things I can’t move on. So I let that old song play awhile Like you’re riding along. [Bridge] Maybe one day I’ll change the station, Maybe I’ll let a new tune in. But today I’ll take the long way home Past that church lot once again. [Final Chorus] I still have that Ford Ranger, And your station’s still the same. I turn the key, the dial lights up, I leave it where you left your name. The road keeps rolling forward, Though I miss you every dawn. I let that old song play awhile And drive like you’re riding along. [Outro] Sunday afternoon, the lot is quiet. Your station stays on.
