F.M. 1885

Today, I went out for a drive

On F.M. 1885

I thought about a girl I knew

Back when we were still in school

I gave her my senior ring

She gave me her everything

We spent a lot of starry nights

On F.M. 1885

Somethin' 'bout this blacktop road

Grabbed hold of me and won't let go

I leave it every now and then

But it always pulls me back again

What I feel can't be described

On F.M. 1885

I pass by her parents' place

But nothin' ever seems to change

I see her dad outside sometimes

But he looks away 'til I pass by

I guess to him, it just seems wrong

That I still come back and still hold on

But here I am, forever tied

To F.M. 1885

Somethin' 'bout this blacktop road

Grabbed hold of me and won't let go

I leave it every now and then

But it always pulls me back again

What I feel can't be described

On F.M. 1885

(Hey)

There's a certain place I always stop

And sit and turn the engine off

There's a little stand of live oak trees

It always breaks my heart to see

I think of everything I lost

Leave flowers by that small white cross

Then I take another drive

On F.M. 1885

I'll see her on the other side

Of F.M. 1885