At the break of dawn, with the clothes I got on,
Full tank of gas, an open road and I'm gone.
I need to get out of this place,
And get lost from this crazy race.
On these back roads, under wide skies,
I find my tears; I face my lies.
I see the dust in my rearview mirror,
But ahead, it's always clearer.
Each turn I take, a new direction,
It's a back road redemption.
Finding peace, with every mile,
Not a soul in sight, think I'll stay awhile.
Miles of dust, I find my soul replenished,
Not coming home, until this is finished.
On these back roads, under wide skies,
I find my tears; I face my lies.
I see the dust in my rearview mirror,
But ahead, it's always clearer.
Each turn I take, a new direction,
It's a back road redemption.
On these roads, I leave my troubles behind,
Unshackled, free, with peace of mind.
Windows down, my soul refreshed,
As the wind blows, my mind undressed.
On these back roads, under wide skies,
I find my tears; I face my lies.
I see the dust in my rearview mirror,
But ahead, it's always clearer.
Each turn I take, a new direction,
It's a back road redemption.
So here I drive, under these endless blues,
These back roads, know my truths.
Every sunset, I see a solution,
Found my way home, through back road redemption.