The Good Parts

By Patrick Kozub

Been driving all night long, like you used to do
The engine plays a steady drone, galvanized in blue
Prob’ly I should stop, but where would I begin?
When what the heavens take, they don’t give back again

I’m gonna drive to the, end of the highway
find a good spot, drop the tailgate
tune up my guitar, sing the good parts
over and over, and over again

Who could see the trouble, rolling through the clouds?
Even in the calmest lakes, anyone would drown
Barely treading water, then sinking in the flood
You may’ve lost some ground, but you never gave it up

I’m gonna drive to the, end of the highway
find a good spot, drop the tailgate
tune up my guitar, sing the good parts
over and over, and over again

And when that sun sets, I’ll raise my gaze west
To that horizon where the scattered pieces lay
Beyond those pastel colors, you could’ve shown me back then

I’m gonna drive to the, end of the highway
find a good spot, drop the tailgate
tune up my guitar, sing the good parts
over and over, and over again

I’m gonna drive to the, end of the highway
find a good spot, drop the tailgate
tune up my guitar, sing the good parts
over and over, and over again