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The coffee shop at five AM, it's just a flickering light Old man Jenkins fills my tank, says "You headin' out tonight?" I tell him yeah, it's time to go, this town's too small for me He just nods and wipes his hands, says "Son, just wait and see. The world out there's a big machine, it'll chew you up and spit you out. But everyone's gotta leave sometime, of that there ain't no doubt." So I'm rollin' down Highway 17 With a busted radio and a dream The yellow lines, they pull me on Past the fields where I was born I'm leaving everything I know But a part of me won't let me go Just a boy inside a beat-up Ford On Highway 17, heading toward... My mother's standing on the porch, a silhouette of gray She waves her hand, a tired smile, she watches me drive away She packed a bag of sandwiches, said "Don't you forget to eat." And whispered "Call me when you get there," with trembling, worried feet. I see her in the rearview mirror, getting smaller in the dust And all at once, this freedom feels a little less like trust. 'Cause I'm rollin' down Highway 17 With a busted radio and a dream The yellow lines, they pull me on Past the fields where I was born I'm leaving everything I know But a part of me won't let me go Just a boy inside a beat-up Ford On Highway 17, heading toward... The sun is climbing in the sky, the town is far behind A million thoughts are racing through the corners of my mind Of Jenny's laugh, and Friday nights, and fishing with my dad Of every simple, happy thing I never knew I had. The city lights are calling me, with promises of gold But the further that I go from home, the more my heart feels cold. And I'm rollin' down Highway 17 With a busted radio and a dream The yellow lines, they pull me on But I'm already feeling worn I'm chasing something I don't know And a part of me wants to go home Just a boy inside a beat-up Ford On Highway 17, heading toward... Heading toward the great unknown Just a boy, a little grown On Highway 17... The road is long, the radio sings... Yeah, the road is long, the radio sings...