Drive all night and you're almost home. You sing along a song on the radio. Your dashboard lights and your engine moans. The last time you left was long ago. And when you ride, the half folks and empty eyes, and everyone starts asking where you've been. Just then you realize that while you were out chasing pines, everybody else got settled in. You are older, you are now, once a young gun. Now the door is locked so the lights all leave your face numb. You saw the world spin, while your home spun. You saw the world spin, while your home spun. And off you go and on you ride. You never felt so lost and left behind. Your headlights glow on your heavy mind, shining on the road and now you're blind. You can hope the stretch ahead is silver lined. And when you return, back to town, the place you yearn is the only one who knows where you've been. It'll be no surprise, while everyone has lived their lives, the memories you left them were thin. You are older, you are now, once a young gun. Now the door is locked so the lights all leave your face numb. You saw the world spin, while your home spun. You saw the world spin, while your home spun. Now when you leave here, you look twice at your loved ones, make sure to soak it in. Now when you leave here, you look twice at your loved ones. You don't know how they'll grow, they just know you're leaving. You are older, you are now, once a young gun. Now the door is locked so the lights all leave your face numb. You saw the world spin, while your home spun. You saw the world spin, while your home spun.