[Intro] [acoustic guitar strumming eighth-note pattern] [Verse 1] [male tenor vocals] Pick a speck up on the passenger side Still half full like the plans we made 'Cause I keep driving west on the road that winds With the brown grass and the morning haze Oh maybe I've been holding on to Something that was never really mine [Chorus] There's dust on the dashboard, cracks in the map I've been chasing the mountain and there's no turning back There's radio cutouts somewhere past the state lines But I swear I can still hear you in the quiet sometime [Verse 2] Your mother tongue's a slow in the valley below Church bell towers turning green I drove through once on a Tuesday in October When the light made everything look like a dream, dream, oh Maybe some roads are only meant To show you who you're gonna be, oh [Chorus] [falsetto ad-lib] (oh-ho) There's dust on the dashboard, cracks in the map I've been chasing the mountains and there's no turning back I said there's radio cutouts somewhere past the state lines now But I swear I can still hear you in the quiet sometime [Bridge] I don't need no saving I don't need no signs Just a soul truck and a little more time 'Cause the kind of quiet you can only find Is when you stop looking, stop looking behind [Chorus] Maybe some roads are only meant To show you who you're gonna be, yeah There's dust on the dashboard, cracks in the map I've been chasing the mountains, there's no turning back Radio cutouts somewhere past the state lines But I swear I can still hear the quiet sometime I swear I can hear the quiet sometime, sometime [Outro] [acoustic guitar melodic picking and final strum]
