Im Just Here For The Vibes

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND

Just Pretend

Hurt No More

Over For You

Wreckage

Ashley Cooke & Brett Young – Never Til Now

Heart They Didn't Break

I Will (When You Do)

Walk This World With Me

The Death Card

Chains (The Tower)

guilty

[Verse 1]
White Ford rollin’ past the county line  
Toolbox rattlin’ like a warning sign  
Another job, another state to roam  
While she’s back home holdin’ all our own  

She’s got school runs, scraped knees, and bills  
I’ve got hotel lights and window sills  
My boy’s first hit, my girl’s first dance  
I miss ‘em both by circumstance  

[Chorus]  
It’s the miles between these tires and home  
That cut the deepest when I’m alone  
She’s playin’ mom and dad in one brave role  
While I chase paychecks and concrete goals  
I hear their voices through a cracked phone screen  
But it ain’t the same as livin’ that dream  
Lord, I’d trade this truck for a front porch scene  
But these miles keep stretchin’ in between  

[Verse 2]  
She don’t complain, but I feel the strain  
In late-night texts and her silent pain  
She’s got a strength that I can’t fake  
Raisin’ our kids while I just break  

I’m buildin’ stores with steel and stone  
But she’s buildin’ love all on her own  
And every mile I drive away  
Feels like a debt I’ll never pay  

[Chorus]  
It’s the miles between these tires and home  
That cut the deepest when I’m alone  
She’s playin’ mom and dad in one brave role  
While I chase paychecks and concrete goals  
I hear their voices through a cracked phone screen  
But it ain’t the same as livin’ that dream  
Lord, I’d trade this truck for a front porch scene  
But these miles keep stretchin’ in between  

[Bridge]  
One day I’ll park this truck for good  
Be the man I swore I would  
But till that day, I’ll drive and pray  
That love don’t fade along the way  

[Final Chorus]  
It’s the miles between these tires and home  
That haunt me more than I’ve ever shown  
She’s playin’ mom and dad in one brave role  
While I chase paychecks and concrete goals  
I hear their voices through a cracked phone screen  
But it ain’t the same as livin’ that dream  
Lord, I’d trade this truck for a front porch scene  
But these miles keep stretchin’ in between

Hurt No More

CHASE WRIGHT

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