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[Verse 1]
You left your cap in my truck bed
Mud on the brim, red on the thread
I still see you on that porch step
Shoes in your hand, you never looked back
[Verse 2]
I keep the chain on the rearview
Your old key ring, one bent screw
Every time I turn that old road
It cuts like glass through the middle of my bones
[Pre-Chorus]
Say my name one more time
Let it hit, let it land
I don't need a map, I need your hand
Come on back, come on back
[Chorus]
Come on back, come on back
Don't leave me with that crack
Come on back, come on back
I can hear it call me back
Back, back
I can hear it call me back
[Verse 3]
The gas station clerk knows your laugh
That same chain rattle, same cold stare
I act tough, then I fold fast
At the stop sign, in the middle of nowhere
[Pre-Chorus]
Say my name one more time
Let it hit, let it land
I don't need a map, I need your hand
Come on back, come on back
[Chorus]
Come on back, come on back
Don't leave me with that crack
Come on back, come on back
I can hear it call me back
Back, back
I can hear it call me back
[Bridge]
If you're a ghost, then haunt this place
Scratch your name in the window frame
I got the engine and the ache
I got one more mile to chase
[Final Chorus]
Come on back, come on back
Don't leave me with that crack
Come on back, come on back
I can hear it call me back
Back, back
I can hear it call me back
Come on back, come on back
I can hear it call me back
Musikstil
Rock with driving four-on-the-floor kick, gritty palm-muted verses, open-chord pre-chorus lift, and a huge chant-hook chorus; raspy lead vocal with stacked doubles, shouted gang responses on the hook, delay throws on the last word of each line, scratchy guitar squeals between sections, and a final chorus that blooms with tom fills and wide backing harmonies. Bright, punchy, radio-ready mix with raw edge., rock