## Metadata
**Caption:** pop-punk, alt-rock, melodic hook, nostalgic, mid-tempo, 150 bpm, male vocal
**BPM:** 150
**Duration:** 170.0s
**Key:** D major
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
Miles of asphalt underneath these tired wheels,
I keep driving past the things I used to feel,
Called you Sunday, said the words all wrong,
Static on the line where our silence used to belong

[chorus]
Is it too late to say I'm sorry now,
Somewhere on this road I lost the how,
Interstate lights keep blinking like a doubt,
I'm still coming home, don't count me out

[verse]
Radio hums a song we used to share,
Empty passenger seat, your perfume in the air,
Every exit sign reminds me of your name,
I keep driving forward but I feel the same

[chorus]
Is it too late to say I'm sorry now,
Somewhere on this road I lost the how,
Interstate lights keep blinking like a doubt,
I'm still coming home, don't count me out

[bridge]
Every mile is a word I never said,
Every mile is a road back to your bed,
Hold on, hold on,
I'm almost there

[chorus]
Is it too late to say I'm sorry now,
Somewhere on this road I lost the how,
Interstate lights keep blinking like a doubt,
I'm still coming home, don't count me out