Old Stories in E Major

I pull up slow on a Saturday night

With the dash lights low and the road held tight

The town looked small, but it knew my name

Like a faded sign in the summer rain

The Telecaster rang through the coolin' air

The organ hummed like it had lived right there

Panel keys danced on the edge of the beat

And the drums kept time with a steady heart beneath

We were young and running on a wild idea

Laughing at the world like it could disappear

Now I sing it soft, let the old truth show

Songboat will stay with you wherever you go

The bartender smiled and slid me a seat

Said, you still got that same old beat, I said

Maybe slow or maybe worn around the edge

But I still hear the future in the promises we left

We were young then

Running on a wild idea

Laughing at the world

Like it could disappear

Now I sing a song

Let the old truth show

Some roads stay with you

Wherever you go

Little sacks cut in, brief as a spark

Then the night went quiet and the room went dark

I traced every mile in a half-smile grin

Like a story told twice

And believed again

We were young then

Running on a wild idea

Laughing at the world

Like it could disappear

Now I sing it soft

Let the old truth show

Some roads stay with you wherever you go

Yeah, some roads stay with you wherever you go