Tekst
On a roadtrip through South Dakota
Of your own making
When you get back I'll be waiting
You said you wanna see me
On your way back through Minnesota
Make sure the car is racing
You said you wanna see me
And you know that I'll be waiting
When I talk of you I always joke
That you're off on some adventure
When you get back I'll be waiting
'Cause you never really left me
When I think of you I always see you
Dressed in autumn colors
Quiet lips, silently baiting
When you get back, I'll be waiting
If I met you as a stranger now
I'd see you as a figure
Even still, memories blur
Slipping right out through my fingers
If you met me as who I am now
It'd erase all you remembered
It's not that I'm so different
It's just that we got older
When you get back from the roadtrip
Of your own making
I wanna hear all about it
All that goes on in the silence
When you get back from the roadtrip
Of your own making
I'll be here patiently waiting
'Cause you never really left me