[Verse 1] I got four tires on a Thursday And the old map from the drawer My friend had marked a roadside orchard We'd been meaning to explore The GPS could tell us faster Where to make the county turn But the folded paper showed a bridge And a river running clear [Chorus] New tires, old map Windows down and sunlight on the dash We can take the road that bends And write a note where every lane ends New tires, old map Nothing good gets lost for long If we find one more place to stop We'll make another mark upon it [Verse 2] The orchard sold us apple cider And a bag of crooked pears The owner drew a small blue circle Where the picnic tables were We crossed the bridge in late September Stopped to watch the herons land My friend wrote, best lunch of the year In the margin with a shaky hand [Chorus] New tires, old map Windows down and sunlight on the dash We can take the road that bends And write a note where every lane ends New tires, old map Nothing good gets lost for long If we find one more place to stop We'll make another mark upon it [Instrumental - mandolin and pedal steel, eight bars] [Bridge] By sundown all the ink had smudged Around the town we'd come to see I said, we'll need a bigger map She said, just leave some room for me [Final Chorus] New tires, old map Windows down and sunlight on the dash We can take the road that bends And write a note where every lane ends New tires, old map Another page when this one's full If we find one more place to stop We'll make another mark upon it [Outro] I pressed a pear-tree leaf between The roads we had not driven yet.
