On a crowded highway Through a night alone I was barely breathing I was crawling home Well, it's quite not London Or the south of France Or an Asian Island Or a second chance
Going back to Nashville Thinking 'bout the whole thing Guess you gotta run sometimes Maybe I'm a fast train Blowin' through a valley Watching all my life go by
You're a distant memory You're an exit sign I was talking crazy On the drivers side And I know I hurt you But I can't confess Was that blood or a wine stain On my wedding dress
Going back to Nashville Thinking 'bout the whole thing Guess you gotta run sometimes Maybe I'm a fast train Blowing through a mountain Watching all my life go by
Going back to Nashville
Laughing at a bad break What's the use of wondering why? Maybe I'm a storm front Blowing through a valley Tearing up a good July
And its safe and warm Where nothing ever happens Could it be so hard To realign a star or two Change a southern night for you
Going back to Nashville Thinking bout the whole thing Guess you gotta run sometimes Maybe I'm a fast train Blowing though a valley Tearing up a good July
I'm going back to Nashville Laughing at a bad break What's the use of wondering why? Maybe I'm a storm front Blowing through the valley Tearing up a good July