from the white wooden cross on the side of the road on that old oak tree to the red to the glass and the tall swayin grass it s easy to see this two lane knows my pain yeah here i go again back and forth up and down tryna make it all make sense everyday i wind up here windin through gears windin down that same old back road with the windows down chasin down some old memory it s like i make this drive just to cry but i guess that s what i need sometimes when i can t face that you re really gone so everyday i take the long way home well this outta my way two mile stretch is all that s left of back in the day that road sign s still missin can t believe they ain t fixed it but it s better that way i can still sees us jumpin out two fishin poles and a six pack crossin lines havin the time of our lives not catchin a thing so everyday i wind up here windin through gears windin down that same old back road with the windows down chasin down some old memory it s like i make this drive just to cry but i guess that s what i need sometimes when i can t face that you re really gone so everyday i take the long way home man i m gettin through but damn i m missin you so at times like this i wind up here windin through gears windin down this same old back road with the windows down chasin down some old memory it s like i make this drive just to cry but i guess that s what i need sometimes when i can t face that you re really gone yeah when i can t face that you re really gone i take the long way home yeah i take the long way home