Two-Lane Town
by Josie Wren · Country › Country Ballad · Made with Suno · 0 plays
Style
country, acoustic, pedal steel, soft, bittersweet
Prompt
country pop ballad, warm husky female alto, bittersweet, acoustic guitar, pedal steel, soft drums
Lyrics
Mm, mm-mm. March the ninth, six boxes and a plan, keep my head down and my hands full. Radio low, tape still on the rest, then the gas pumps, a dented tailgate, a sticker sun-bleached pale as bone. Lord, I knew it from the road. It's a two-lane town, and I keep passing you. Feed store, church, the one red light. I don't know how to say hello, so I look straight ahead like I'm supposed to. It's a two-lane town, and I keep passing you. Mama says, "Saw his truck at the feed store," and I never even asked. Now I know you're at the diner by six, gravel dust hanging gold at dusk. Our song came on the jukebox Friday. I ate my pie and let it finish. It's a two-lane town, and I keep passing you. Slowing at the church lot Sunday, just to check. I wonder if you see me too, or if you look straight ahead like I do. It's a two-lane town, and I keep passing you. Then Thursday, half past four, the sun low in both our windshields, we slowed down side by side. Two fingers lifted off your wheel. That was all. That was all. I lifted mine, and it said enough. It's a two-lane town, and I'll keep passing you. Feed store, church, the one red light. I'm gonna stay, and I'm gonna be fine, and I'll wave back every time. It's a two-lane town, and I keep passing you. I'll wave back. Two-lane town.