Country Roads Lyrics Novels & Stories

The car moved on, headed for her bank. The song changed to country romance. Her heartbeat doubled. The lyrics of the song were very relatable. Her toes twitched agitatedly in her shoes. Charlie's hand rubbed hers expertly. The car was a smart one, and rarely needed him to change gears. So, his hand could be fully engaged. Then they got to a small traffic jam.

I am really scared. ** Present ** Beeeeeppppppp, I hear and focus on the road. I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t realize I had stopped in the middle of the road. I raise one hand, apologizing, and start driving again. I put the radio on, but it only gets one station, and country music is what’s playing. I tap my fingers on the steering wheel, making the rhythm of the song while I smile. I can see the gate to the farm.

And I close my eyes feel the road rumble under me. This isn't over. It's just beginning. And next time... Someone won't walk away.

I growl. She giggles. “Eyes on the road, Calloway.” “Eyes are on you, baby. Always fuckin’ you.” The sun’s settin’ low, bleeding gold across the two-lane blacktop as we rumble down the dirt path toward the house. Dust kicks up in our wake, soft music hummin’ low from the radio. It’s too damn perfect. We pull up to the ranch, headlights washing over the porch, and I get that twinge—barely there, a whisper in the back of my head.

“You and Nic are getting better at not clashing.” “Yeah, because I’ve learned to pick my battles,” she said, grabbing her coffee. “Now, go get dressed, Miss Peacemaker. We’re hitting the road in an hour.” The drive to Mom’s place felt like a small escape. The kids sang along to songs on the radio, Ann drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, and the wind tangled through my hair. The city gave way to open fields and quiet streets until we finally turned onto the familiar road lined with flowering trees.

Yup, away from the city will do me good. So, on Friday, I was on my road trip to New Jersey in my old Toyota Camry. I was setting my sunglasses to conceal my eyes from the harsh sunlight that was coming into the car. I let my hair down and they were running wild. I listened to music, mostly Taylor Swift, as I sang to the lyrics as well. People like you, always want back, the love they gave away, and people like me, wanna believe you, when you say you changed.

And old woman brought out her bible and glasses and began preaching about rapture coming soon, another man brought out herbal products and began advertising it and on and on it goes that way, all of us together and separate feeling all the same turns and bumps. I plugged my earpiece into my phone, listening to fem by Davido as I stared at the blurry building and trees we passed by with fresh air gushing around me, whipping at my braids. The road had lain over the earth for as long as anyone could remember. It had been so many years since the time of car that they had been left-- abandoned by the government and lavishing the money on themselves and family. They left the roads for nature to re

Pulling open the door, he hopped in and flashed me a smile before putting the truck in drive. “Where are we going?” I asked as he pulled onto the main road. “Somewhere that feels like home,” he said. I knew he had to be talking about his home because he didn’t know what mine was like. He turned on the radio station and country music played as he rolled down the windows. Our hair flew in the wind as he sang along to a song about an achey-breakey heart. I rolled my eyes, and he blew me a kiss. When we got on the freeway, I turned to look at him.

His headphones are still on his head and there is the faintest humm of music drifting from them, so she figures that he must still be listening to his music. Since she and Andy have lapsed into silence while he focuses on the road, she reaches over to flick on the radio. It is set on a country station and immediately the sound of Willie Nelson's voice croons over the air waves to fill the car. It seems fitting that the song that is playing is On The Road Again. The perfect song for road trips and such since the eighties. Andy, a big fan of Willie Nelson's music, starts singing along to the song. “Going places that I've never been.. seeing things that I may never see again.. oh, I can't wait

(The ride, the ride, the ride) I just wanna look into your eyes (Your eyes, your eyes) I just wanna stay for the night, night, night When we take a drive Maybe we can hit the 405 Hypnotized by the lights Man, this must be the life When I go to sleep I can't even fall asleep Something's got ahold of me Feel it taking over me But when I'm older I'll be moving onward I just got a drunk text (Meet me at our spot) We caught a vibe (yeah, yeah) Baby, are you coming for the ride? (The ride, the ride, the ride) When I look into your eyes (Your eyes, your eyes)