Every back road, we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room, I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here, and you ain't around

Keep it right here, keep it right here, your sweet love You are the love without exception You're in my book of answered prayers No need to change your heart's direction At every crossroad I'll be there There will be nights some restless nights When

I put on my gloves tonight, pull onto the road to San Berdu They remind me of hustlers, confidence men, and you My hands are warm beneath them, and easy on the wheel Without your love and treachery the calm is all I feel I shiver in the mirror, pull my

If the last thing you did was the last thing you do He hung up the phone without saying goodbye Kept his eyes on the road and his fists clinched tight It was all over something that didn't matter at all But he just had to tell her that she was wrong Then

Keeps Georgia on my mind Just an old sweet song Other arms reach out to me Other eyes smile tenderly Still in peaceful dreams I see The road leads back to you The whole day through I said now, Georgia

I’ll do whatever it takes To be the mistake you can’t live without Or let me take the wrong way down Will you straighten me out Or make me take the long way around I took the low road in I’ll take the high road out There’s times I stayed alive for you