Lucas Bonet

[Verse 1]
It's good what we have, think it's love,
But every time I leave, I got a troubled soul.
Seeing you every couple months,
Never knowing if I'll see you again.
You know we had a good thing,
What started as a fling
Somehow turned to love,
But I'm drownin’ in questions.
Waitin’ on my plane to leave,
Gate 27 at SFO,
Wonderin’ if this time’s the last.
[Chorus]
Can't shake this feeling I don’t know...
Are we somethin' real, or just a bridge too far?
Only thing that makes it worse,
Is not knowin’ if I'll see you again.
These boots walked those miles to you,
It's not that they won't do it anymore,
It's just that they can't no more...
'Cause it's the best for you and me, honey.
[Verse 2]
Still remember those first days,
When I first saw your smile
In an Upstate town in New York.
Skinny dippin' in the lake,
Making empty promises
Underneath those stars,
Knowin’ you’ll be flyin' home soon.
We both knew what was coming,
Summer fling wasn't meant to last,
But these boots went to see you...
Couldn't shake that feeling.
There was something else between us,
Don't know if this was my first mistake.
[Bridge]
It was good while we had it, whatever that was.
To tell you the truth, I'm already moving on,
Tryin' to fill empty nights,
Wishin’ it was you by my side.
Fillin’ all my needs, fillin’ my loneliness...
Distance don't satisfy.
Hopin’ it could've been you,
But that's the way life goes.
If this one‘s a dead-end road,
I might come crawling back.
[Final Chorus / Outro]
I know these boots will be walking back to you,
'Cause they know you're there when I need you.
Yeah, these boots... still remember the miles.
Those nights when they walked
Right up to your front porch.

[Verse 1]
When I first started drivin’,
My first ride was an old Ford.
Rust on the body, needed some love,
But man, it ran like it had somethin’ to prove.
Drove that thing anywhere I'd roam;
It might not have been much,
but it sure made me feel proud and free.
[Verse 2]
When I turned eighteen,
that old machine took me to school,
Haulin’ my whole life
eight hundred miles away from home.
Hit every college bar around—
Yeah, me and that old Ford ran that town.
And sometimes that old beast
Helped me get lucky.
[Chorus]
He’d seen me at my best, seen the worst of me.
Heard things a truck shouldn't hear,
Pulled me through hell on muddy trails.
It might not be much,
But it sure means a lot to me,
'Cause it ain’t rust and bolts...
It's my old buddy, Ford.
[Bridge]
Overheated that old 300 climbin’ Beartooth,
Lost my clutch passing through Arizona.
On a desert road, tryin’ to get her back,
Limpin’ at forty through that heat.
Still drove five hundred miles just to see her...
Then blew that motor up, down in New Orleans—
Turns out a hundred was too fast for that worn-out engine.
[Chorus]
(Repeat)
[Outro]
In the end, that old Ford carried me
Through four gears and four broken hearts.
And somehow, every time...
He took me back home.