I said, “Elizabeth, I know You can’t wait to get out of here But I bet you’ll look back when you’re leaving” We were the lone lights on the road Drifting over county lines A bottle at our feet She said, “I know this place too well To lose myself And I just wanna lose myself again” And “we could die tonight But there’s thousands yet ahead and I... I can’t spend ‘em here”

And I said, “If you end up wrecking all alone So far from your name you can’t be found And stranded like a cross on a gravel road Who’d be the one to bring you flowers? Who’d be the one to bring you flowers?”

I said, “Elizabeth, there is a grace In dying in the very place You were born” In the dashboard glow I swore I saw her eyes roll Or stow away a tear I said, “I know you way too well You’ll never really lose yourself I bet we never get to lose ourselves again” She said “Your love is setting slow Like concrete around my bones I can’t end up here”

But if she ends up wrecking when she goes So far from the home where she was bound Stuck, standing like a cross on a gravel road I will be the one to bring her flowers I will be the one to bring her flowers I will be the one to bring her flowers