Oh, my boy Why can't you see What you've done? No one knows So gather your things And I'll load the truck And we drove, drove, drove past the county line Let the backroads take us back in time Stood on a stage To plea his case The roads, they wind Echo in my mind Stood on a stage To plea his case But the boy's not wild He's only a child Oh, my boy Why can't you see What you've done? Go, run home Bury your things And we'll beat the dawn And we drove, drove, drove past the county line Let the backroads take us back in time Stood on a stage To plea his case The roads, they wind Echo in my mind Stood on a stage To plea his case But the boy's not wild He's only a child The gravel kicks beneath the wheels There ain't no point in standing still This could be right, this could be real If no one's waiting past these hills Then one day We rode into town The old city shops It all closed down And I saw my reflection In the window, it was clear Oh, my boy Your father is near