Got more road behind me than miles ahead, Couple hard-earned scars and things I never said. Used to think forever was a long damn time, Now I watch that sunset like it owes me one more night. She’s out in the arena with the reins in her hands, Chasing down a dream I barely understand. I’m leaning on the fence with coffee getting cold, Watching one more dream turn circles in the gold. Yeah, life don’t knock twice, And time don’t ask permission. If you’re waiting on someday, You better start living. Give me dirt, scars, whiskey and grace, A little gasoline running through my veins. Give me a rundown, sliding through the night, A woman chasing dreams underneath those arena lights. I’ve been knocked down, burned up, lost my way, But the Good Lord keeps giving me another day. So open that gate— I’m coming out wide awake. I ain’t saving nothing for someday. We used to wait for Christmas till December came, Now Halloween and Santa share the same damn lane. The world’s moving faster, I’m just hanging on, Trying to make some memories before the years are gone. She says, “Don’t worry, I’m just looking at that mare.” Then her financial advisor suddenly appears. I hear what they’re asking and nearly lose my mind, Thank God that little voice said, “Girl, leave that horse behind.” But if I’m being fair, She’s picked pretty good so far. She picked me once— So maybe buy the horse. Give me dirt, scars, whiskey and grace, A little gasoline running through my veins. Give me a rundown, sliding through the night, A woman chasing dreams underneath those arena lights. I’ve been knocked down, burned up, lost my way, But the Good Lord keeps giving me another day. So open that gate— I’m coming out wide awake. I ain’t saving nothing for someday. I’ve buried people I thought would always be here, Watched good horses disappear. Learned goodbye don’t care if you’re ready. So say “I love you.” Take the trip. Buy the coffee. Take the picture. Hold her hand. ’Cause someday ain’t promised, And yesterday ain’t coming back. So when that gate swings open... Give me dirt, scars, whiskey and grace! Every broken road that brought me to this place. Give me hoofbeats pounding underneath those lights, One more wild dream worth chasing tonight. I’ve been beat up, stood up, somehow stayed, Still thanking God for every breath He gave. So open that gate— Let me come alive today! I got more road behind me, But brother, hear me say— **I ain’t saving nothing for someday.** Coffee’s getting cold... She’s looking at another horse. Aw hell... Here we go again.
