Interpret:

Dierks Bentley

Album:

Long Trip Alone

Country Roads, old theatre marquee signs;

Parkin' lots, and billboards flyin' by.

Spanish mosques, little hick town squares;

Wild roses on a river bank: girl its almost like you're there



Oh, every mile, a memory; every song, another scene,

From some old movie going back in time you and me.

Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound,

Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams:

Every mile, a memory.



Red sun down, out across the western sky,

Takes me back to the fire in your eyes.

Texas stars in a purple night.

Not seein' 'em with you baby: oh, they never do it right, no.



Every mile, a memory; every song, another scene,

From some old movie going back in time you and me.

Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound,

Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams:

Every mile, a memory.



Funny how no matter where I run,

Round every bend I only see,

Just how far I haven't come.



Every mile, a memory; every song, another scene,

From some old movie going back in time you and me.

Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound,

Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams:

Every mile, a memory;

Every mile, a memory;

Every mile, a memory.