Lyrics

"we were driving through the country - and we didn’t know where to go
heatwaves off the concrete - twirling cornfields to Van Goghs
swerving through the summer - but that night was winter cold
with the police lights off the empty cans along joyridden roads

the history books won’t talk about
them that never made it out
past the country line of memory
so I gotta take um with me

from where he drove to the weekend - and he never came back again
left the prom queen waiting - with the trash neath the baseball stands
two weeks of searching - for a lifetime and a day
still see geese watching - as the cops to their badges wade

the history books won’t talk about
anyone from my hometown
looking up from fly over country
so I gotta take um with me ~

I think I’m drowning in the river with the friend I never found
singing Bud Light bottles baby
to the water through the windows down
to the water through the windows down

still driving through the country - and we don’t know where to go
see the skid marks on the concrete - made fast to fade slow
and it feels like it’s ending - and if I don’t put it into words
then where I’m from and who I loved got nothing left to do but burn

the history books won’t talk about
what each of us all carry round
the stories we’ve pocketed like keys
so I gotta take um with me
yeah I gotta take um with me
everywhere I go - through everything I do
everyone I know - maybe even you
I’m a gonna take ya with me
I’m a gonna take ya with me "