Blue Jean Baby

Blue jean baby you got highway eyes, Gas tank full, chasing county skies. High heels tapping to the radio prayer, Run wild heart, as your light disappear

Wheels keep turning, let the old love fade, Leave his memory somewhere on the interstate, Windows down, let the warm wind blow, No looking back, you got somewhere to go.

Blue jean baby, don't outrun the dawn, Your fading light says leave me alone Wheels keep turning, let my old love go, Found a little freedom down an open road

Windows down and your hair untied, Leave a little heartbreak at the county line Some hearts bloom under open skies You were never meant to stay the same.

A photograph folded in your sundress strap, Corners worn soft from a summer gone past Small-town echoes in the rearview glass, One by one you watch the streetlights pass,

The wind kept running fingers in your hair, Every mile give a little less care, Not every home is built from brick and stone; Sometimes it's the road that finally leads you home.

When the morning paints the window in shades of gold, You’ll find the heart you were certain you had sold. Love isn't measured by the miles behind But by what you carry when you leave goodbye.

Blue jean baby, let the engine sing, An open road gives your heart its wings, When the night lays diamonds along the way, You'll dance beneath them till the break of day,

Blue jean baby, leave a little light, For the ones still searching for a sign Some hearts were born to wander free, And that's exactly who you're meant to be.