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Dashboard glowing like a second moon
Recite my wrongs to the highway tune
Odometer spinning, but I’m standing still
Every promise I broke, every bitter pill
Pass a truck stop sign, see my younger face
In the fogged‑up glass, trying to find a grace
Dashboard confessions – no priest, no crowd
Just me and the road where the silence is loud
I talk to the cracks in the windshield glass
About the ones I loved and the ones I passed
Radio static, a forgotten song
Reminds me of a girl who knew I was wrong
She said «don’t call when the tank is low»
Now I only call when I’ve got nowhere to go
Every mile marker tells the same sad truth
You can run from the pain, but you can’t uncrush the youth
Dashboard confessions – no priest, no crowd
Just me and the road where the silence is loud
I talk to the cracks in the windshield glass
About the ones I loved and the ones I passed
I’ve got a pocket full of reasons
And a glovebox full of seasons
Empty coffee cups, a receipt for a rose
Some things you can’t explain, you just drive and they go
Dashboard confessions…
