These Roads

Early morning Virginia skies
We said our last goodbyes
Tennessee whiskey and highway street signs
Sun blinding my tired eyes

I kept the car in drive
Not much to do on this long ride
I'm driving down 85
Asking Georgia why

If these roads could talk
They'd tell me about all the people that walked them before me
Where they went, and went where they came from
And how I'd follow them on my own journey

Sweet Home Alabama in the winter time
Light rain and cloudy skies
Lichens on the rocks and the trees outside
The vast mountains caught my eyes

And I'd take these roads to follow you back home
And hope that I make back to you by tomorrow
And I can't wait to see you again
And see your face and touch your skin tomorrow

I've never been this high
Strangers smile when they walk by
13 hours was a hell of a drive
Down the southern countryside

If these hills could talk
They'd tell me about all the people that climbed them before me
Where they went, and went where they came from
And how I'd follow them on my own journey

And I'd take these roads to follow you back home
And hope that I make back to you by tomorrow
And I can't wait to see you again
And see your face and touch your skin tomorrow

I'd take these roads to follow you back home
And I'd take these roads to follow you back home
And I'd take these roads to follow you back home
And I'd take these roads to follow you back home

And I'd take these roads to follow you back home
And hope that I make back to you by tomorrow
And I can't wait to see you again
And see your face and touch your skin tomorrow

Well I'd take these roads to follow you back home
And hope that I make back to you by tomorrow
And I can't wait to see you again
And see your face and touch your skin tomorrow