Where You Go

I know where you go when you head to your hometown

Palm trees line streets that you drive down

And I know where you go when it's five on Friday

Cold beers at the bar off the highway

You're showing me places, you tell me you're falling

And I'm liking where this is heading

But I want the spaces that you haven't taken me yet

I wanna know where you go for a taste of back road freedom

I wanna see where you dream and fight to keep believing

Where you hide when you're tired of trying