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[Verse 1]
Sunscreen on a Sunday
Palm trees like barbed wire
Concrete tastes like coffee
And leftover desire
Skyline’s on a postcard
Pinned above my bed
But I still see that dirt road
In the back of my head

[Chorus]
I’m in LA
But my heart’s on Highway 9
Where the stars don’t have to fight to shine
Trade these gold teeth streets
For a rusted stop sign view
Yeah
I’m stuck in this apartment
But my soul’s on the porch with you
In that tired
Tiny town
Backroads in my rearview

[Verse 2]
Silver grill food truck dinner
I still crave your burned toast
Laughing at the wrong team
On that beat-up radio
Mom hangs up
Says “call more”
I say I’m doing fine
Then stare through the window
At a sky that isn’t mine

[Chorus]
I’m in LA
But my heart’s on Highway 9
Where the stars don’t have to fight to shine
Trade these gold teeth streets
For a rusted stop sign view
Yeah
I’m stuck in this apartment
But my soul’s on the porch with you
In that tired
Tiny town
Backroads in my rearview

[Bridge]
Did I chase the wrong bright thing?
Or just outrun my name?
Every billboard looks the same
Every night feels the same
I’d give all this crowded silence
For one slow Sunday drive
Your hand out the window
Catching heat and time (woah)

[Chorus]
I’m in LA
But my heart’s on Highway 9
Where the stars don’t have to fight to shine
Trade these gold teeth streets
For a rusted stop sign view
Yeah
I’m stuck in this apartment
But my soul’s on the porch with you
In that tired
Tiny town
Backroads in my rearview
Backroads in my rearview (woah)
But they’re pulling me back to you