Going Back

Lights blur on the motorway. You're quiet in the passenger side. Radio hums a frequency That pulls us back to July. Every exit sign we pass feels like turning pages. Something we both recognize but can't say out Loud. We're going back To where the summer cracked. When the world was new And I still had you. Going back, Following the track That we laid down Before we lost the sound. Your Hand rests on the console. Miles between your fingers and mine. Streetlights paint your silhouette In gold and fading white. Every junction that we choose feels like retracing Footsteps in the dark we've walked Before. We're going back To where the summer cracked. When the world was new And I still had you. Going back, Following the track That we laid down Before we lost the sound. Maybe if we drive all night, We'll find what slipped away. Maybe if we don't speak, It'll stay. We're going back To where the summer cracked. When the world was new and I still had You. Going back, going back, following the the track That we laid down Before we lost the sound. Lights blur on the motorway. You're quiet in the passenger side.