The story
He idles where the arguments can’t follow.
He sits in the truck at the end of the driveway, radio low, watching porch light spill across the gravel while the house stays shut behind him. The engine hums, the tires never move, and the silence outside the cab starts to feel like the only place he can breathe before he has to go back in.
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Lyrics
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