Verse 1:
I still hear your boots on the old front porch,
Coffee cup waiting, but it’s gone cold of course.
Sun’s coming up, but it don’t feel right,
Since you drove away in the middle of the night.
Chorus:
And this small-town sky feels bigger than me,
Empty roads stretch where you used to be.
Every radio song cuts straight to the bone,
‘Cause nothing feels country when I’m here alone.
Verse 2:
Your hat’s still hanging by the old oak door,
But your laughter don’t echo through these halls no more.
Neighbors keep asking why you ain’t around,
I just tip my brim, k**k the dirt, stare at the ground.
Chorus:
And this small-town sky feels bigger than me,
Empty roads stretch where you used to be.
Every radio song cuts straight to the bone,
‘Cause nothing feels country when I’m here alone.
Bridge:
Maybe love’s a highway that don’t circle back,
Maybe I’m the fool who lost what I had.
I’d trade every mile, every song I’ve known,
To bring you back home.
Final Chorus:
Now this small-town sky feels heavier tonight,
Stars shine down but they don’t look right.
Every radio song still cuts to the bone,
‘Cause nothing feels country when I’m here alone.
