All our vices Can't afford the rent, but we're still Sunday driving Haven't crossed state lines, but love your hearts got milage The exit signs just a one way out It might be biased The piece of paradise we had is slowly dying The kids grew up and packed their bags and now it's silent But, all the silence is getting loud And oh this town Well, I'm still taking backroads in your dads old Chevrolet And you'll go where the wind blows oh some things don't ever change And ain't that something Oh it must be nice I hope you find your peace of mind right past the traffic lights Oh this town (mmm) Is slowing down (slowing down) Well you take the interstate off the 95 And I'm still dodging county lines Oh now you're gone, this place don't make a sound And oh this town, town, town (and oh this town) You made it this far babe Don't look back when your car brakes Trying to find a reason not to go (and oh this town) I'll waste my life away Killing time by counting days Hoping that someway you'll make it home Oh this town Is slowing down Well you take the interstate off the 95 And I'm still dodging county lines Oh now you're gone, this place don't make a sound And oh this town Is slowing down