(Spoken Intro) (windshield wipers... distant thunder... low engine hum... lonely harmonica drifting through the cab) Yeah... Funny thing about maps... You think they're made to help you find your way. But sometimes... They're just full of places that still hurt. (harmonica answers softly) And every road I ever took trying to forget you... Somehow... Led me right back. Verse 1 Found that old atlas yesterday Folded up behind my seat Coffee stains and worn-out corners Like the memories we keep Got a truck stop receipt from Missouri Pressed between those faded pages Your blue ink heart still circling us Frozen there between the ages There's a county road near St. Joe Where we parked beneath the stars You leaned your head against my shoulder Said forever wasn't far Now eighteen wheels keep rolling Across towns I barely know But every mile keeps bringing back The girl I can't let go (can't let go... go... go...) Pre-Chorus That harmonica starts crying (starts crying... crying...) Like it knows what I've been through Every mile marker keeps asking Boy... Why'd you lose her too? (lose her too... too...) Chorus I still follow that map (follow that map... map... map...) Folded up behind my seat (behind my seat... seat...) Every county line still whispers (still whispers... whispers...) Your name back to me (back to me... to me...) Got your memory riding shotgun (riding shotgun... shotgun...) Like you never really left (never really left... left...) Girl I've been chasing those roads (those roads... roads...) Since the day we said our best (said our best... best...) I still follow that map (follow that map...) Trying to find my way through Funny how every road I take Still turns right back to you (right back to youuuuuuu...) (echoes fade into harmonica) Verse 2 Fuel light blinking somewhere westbound Rain rolling down the glass Caught myself talking to your picture (talking to your picture... picture...) Like you were still riding past (still riding past... past...) Stopped at that diner off Route Nine Ordered fries and cherry pie Waitress smiled and asked me softly "Still waiting on her?" I lied. (I lied... lied...) Your favorite song came through the speakers Lord it nearly brought me down Had to walk back out to the truck Before anybody saw me drown Funny how a man can haul the weight Of steel and freight for miles But still break apart remembering The way you used to smile (used to smile... smile...) Pre-Chorus That old harmonica keeps singing (keeps singing... singing...) Through the static and the rain Like a ghost sitting beside me Calling out your name (your name... name...) Chorus I still follow that map (follow that map... map... map...) Folded up behind my seat Every county line still whispers Your name back to me Got your memory riding shotgun Like you never really left Girl I've been chasing those roads Since the day we said our best I still follow that map Trying to find my way through Funny how every road I take Still turns right back to you Breakdown (music drops away) (single dark cello swell) (soft harmonica) August nights... (August nights... nights...) Truck cab lights... (cab lights... lights...) Two coffee cups... (coffee cups... cups...) One empty side... (empty side... side... side...) One silver moon... (silver moon... moon...) One memory I can't outrun... (can't outrun... outrun...) Bridge Tell me why I still keep driving (still keep driving... driving...) Past the places we used to know Tell me why your shadow's dancing (shadow's dancing... dancing...) In every truck stop neon glow Everybody says time heals But they never rode these roads Never watched the sunrise break With a broken heart alone I thought distance might erase you Lord I couldn't have been more wrong 'Cause every highway sings your name In every single song (every single song... song... song...) Final Chorus (huge emotional build — harmonica soaring, dark cello swelling, drums opening up) I still follow that map Though the pages are worn thin Every road I swore I'd leave behind Pulls me back again (back again... again...) Got your memory riding shotgun Got your smile inside my soul (inside my soul... soul...) And every mile I keep on driving Only makes me miss you more (miss you more... more... more...) I still follow that map Trying to find my way through Funny how every road I take Still turns right back to you (to youuuuuuuuuuuuu...) (falsetto) Still turns right back to you... (to you... you... you...) Outro (engine idling at a roadside overlook) (harmonica answers the fading echoes) Maybe Sarah... You called it a Back Seat Atlas... And maybe that's exactly what it was. A map... To everything we were. (soft chuckle) And if you're out there somewhere... Still driving those roads... Just know... I never stopped following it. (following it... it... it...) (harmonica sustains) (distant thunder) (f
