Dust on My Sunday Boots

Lyrics

[Verse 1] You said “Boy You’re always late” I said “Girl I move slow” Cup of coffee County road Dust ghosts in the rearview glow Old church parking lot Your boots on my dash Humming on a cracked-mint lip Laughing at my broke-down plans [Chorus] I got dust on my Sunday boots Still walking back to you Every mile Every worn-out excuse Keeps circling to the truth You’re the prayer I never learned The lesson that I blew I got dust on my Sunday boots Still walking back to you (back to you) [Verse 2] Barstool leaning like me Two shots deep in the same old song Your name in a Sharpie heart On a bathroom wall Spelled wrong Friends say “Man Just let it fade” But they never felt that fight Two kids and a tailgate dream Trying to fit in Friday night [Chorus] I got dust on my Sunday boots Still walking back to you Every mile Every worn-out excuse Keeps circling to the truth You’re the prayer I never learned The lesson that I blew I got dust on my Sunday boots Still walking back to you (yeah, back to you) [Bridge] Maybe you’re halfway to Austin Windows down Talking to God Asking if a boy can change Or if broke things stay broke Stay gone If you hear this on the radio And it hits like a June rain roof Just know I’m on that same old road Kicking up the proof [Chorus] I got dust on my Sunday boots Still walking back to you Every mile Every worn-out excuse Keeps circling to the truth You’re the prayer I never learned The lesson that I blew I got dust on my Sunday boots Still walking back to you (back to you, back to you)