Found it in a drawer beneath some old receipts
Your hand writing in the margins names of towns
Yellow highlighter fading down through Tennessee
Routes we swore we'd take before the kids came round
That folded map still holds the way
of every year we said we'd wait
Creases deep as promises we made all those miles we never drove
You circled diners underline the lookout point
Memphis then Tupelo down to the Gulf Shore
Sometimes I trace the line and feel your hand in mine
Planning out a life
we couldn't afford
That folded map still holds the way
of every year we said we'd wait
Creases deep as promises we made all those miles we never drove
Maybe some days just another way to say
goodbye to the people we were gonna be
I keep it in my glovebox now
Just to know it's there