Backroads and Better Days

I got a map that’s torn and faded, From all the places I’ve been chasin’. Boot dust on the floorboard, Sunset in the rearview door. Radio’s playin’ that old George Strait, And I’m singin’ like it’s judgment day. So I’ll drive these backroads and chase the sky, Windows down, the world rolls by. Every mile just fades away, But my heart still knows the way. Ain’t got much but I’ll be okay, With backroads and better days. She left a note on the kitchen table, Said “go find what makes you able.” So I packed up that old guitar, And followed where my wild dreams are. Now I’m playin’ in a neon bar, Wishin’ she could see how far. So I’ll drive these backroads and chase the sky, Windows down, the world rolls by. Every mile just fades away, But my heart still knows the way. Ain’t got much but I’ll be okay, With backroads and better days. Maybe someday I’ll head back home, If the stars tell me I ain’t alone. But till that moment finds my name, I’ll keep rollin’ on this open lane. Yeah, I’ll drive these backroads and chase the sky, Guitar case and a heart gone wide. Every song’s a debt I pay, To the love I lost, the life I’ve made. Ain’t got much but I’ll be okay, With backroads and better days. Yeah, with backroads... and better days.