[Intro]
[Acoustic guitar picking, steady tempo]
[Soft]

[Verse 1]
I drove down through the mountains,
The road was winding, but the wheels held the road.
Tracing lines of cedar and stone,
I’m breathing in the pine, (so cold)
On my own.

[Verse 2]
The radio is static and hum,
Chasing the sun 'til the twilight has come.
Every hairpin turn, a quiet retreat,
The rhythm of the tyres,
Like a steady heartbeat.

[Chorus]
And the gravity pulls,
Yeah, it pulls at my chest.
In the valley below,
I put the ghost of you to rest.
Just a winding path,
And the world turning gray—
I’m a thousand miles,
Further away.

[Bridge]
(Breathy)
Not looking back now,
No, not looking back.
Just the asphalt rhythm,
And a faded track.
Ooooooh...

[Guitar Solo]
[Building tempo, folk-style picking]

[Chorus]
And the gravity pulls,
Yeah, it pulls at my chest.
In the valley below,
I put the ghost of you to rest.
Just a winding path,
And the world turning gray—
I’m a thousand miles,
Further away.

[Outro]
The wheels held the road.
(Whisper: they held the road)
Still driving.
Down through the mountains.
[Fade out]
