Found a tape inside a box last Sunday Your handwriting faded on the side Said July, the year we drove to Memphis Back when we still thought we had the time I put it in the player by the window Had to hold the door to make it spin Then I heard my younger voice behind you Asking when we’d get to see the sea again There’s a little of us left on side B A mile of highway and a melody You laughing when the signal disappeared Me complaining that the end was nowhere near I can’t go back, but I can still rewind To a world that fit inside that car of mine Funny what a few old words can do I found a younger me Still riding home with you There’s a stop for gas somewhere in Arkansas A paper cup rolling on the floor You were singing something off the radio I can hear you miss the same note twice or more I don’t remember what we talked about Or why we stopped beside that field But I remember how you sounded then Before we learned what time could make us feel There’s a little of us left on side B A mile of highway and a melody You laughing when the signal disappeared Me complaining that the end was nowhere near I can’t go back, but I can still rewind To a world that fit inside that car of mine Funny what a few old words can do I found a younger me Still riding home with you I used to think those days were going nowhere I was counting every mile until we got there Now I’d give a lot to sit behind the wheel And hear one more thing I thought I’d never need to feel There’s a little of us left on side B Your voice still finding its way back to me The years have taken more than I can name But that old tape remembers us the same I can’t go back, and I won’t pretend That turning it around could change the end I’ll let it play until the song is through And take that younger me A little farther home with you Side B is running out I let it play I let it play
