Lyrics:

2020

Six seconds in, I was off in the dirt
I only busted my weekend
I would have headed back home
If I hadn't meet her,
If hadn't been a fool, I'd stay
In Santa Fe

I left her wearin' my shirt, boots, and hand out the door
She was sleeping
As soon as my tires hit the black
I was on my way back
to a bed and my head, shoulda stay
In Santa Fe

I had the habit of leavin' so long
I do know how to turn back
My days and night became as black and as long
As the main on the horse I was on when

Eight seconds in in Salinas
I picked up a win for the good guys
I heard my name from the fence post
It didn't make sense
Then, I saw her in the shirt that she'd saved
Since Santa Fe

She said, 'I came to ask you if its makin' you happy
To nearly breakin' every one of your damn boney arms
Be the girl you leave your shirt down the road

Cause I got a feelin'
Your feelin' more than your willin' to say
Are you runnin' towards or runnin' away
From Santa Fe

I said, 'I'm lucky just to make it eight seconds'
She said, 'Your smart enough to choose
What kind a horses you ride
Well, one of us can say that she tried

And I got a feelin'
I'm feelin' more than I'm willin' to say
Watchin' her drive away