On a crowded highway
Through a night alone
I was barely breathing
I was crawling home
Well, it´s not quite london
Or the south of France
Or an Asian Island
Or a second chance

Going back to Nashville
Thinking ´bout the whole thing
Guess you gotta run sometimes
Maybe I´m a fast train
Blowing through a mountain
Watching all my life go by

You´re a distant memory
You´re an exit sign
i was talking crazy
On the driver´s side
And I know I hurt you
But I can´t confess
Was that blood or a wine stain
On your wedding dress

Going back to Nashville
Thinking ´bout the whole thing
Guess you gotta run sometimes
Maybe i´m a fast train
Blowing through a mountain
Watching all my life go by

Going back to Nashville
Laughing at a bad break
What´s the use in wondering why
Maybe I´m a storm front
Blowing through a valley
Tearing up a good July
And it´s safe and warm
Where nothing ever happens
Could it be so hard
To realign a star or two
Change a souther night for you