Every Drive Home Still Takes Me To You

Every Drive Home Still Takes Me To You

Every Rain Takes Me Back To Where We Met

Golden Fields Always Make Me Miss You More

I Slow Down Every Time I Pass Your Window

I Still Leave Our Porch Light On

I Still Wear Colors You Used To Love

I Wish I Had Held You Just A Little Longer

Our Dreams Still Sleep In That Small Town

Some Roads Always Find Their Way Back To You

We Were Young When Forever Felt Possible

Your Absence Still Fills Every Room

Your Boots Still Wait Beside My Door

Your Goodbye Still Rides Around In My Truck

Your Jacket Still Rests In My Backseat

Your Laughter Still Lives In Summer Nights

Your Memory Still Hides Inside My Old Coat

Your Memory Still Rides Alongside Me

Your Name Still Waits Outside My Door

Your Ring Still Waits Inside My Drawer