Flurries on the Interstate, Nothing Sticks

Lyrics

Flurries on the interstate, dancing in my beams
Melting on the blacktop like a half-remembered dream
Wipers keeping time with the radio's low hum
Two hundred miles of weather and I'm still not home

The snow don't ever settle on this stretch of road
It touches down and vanishes, a story never told
I've been that way myself, son, never staying long
Landing soft on someone's life and gone before the dawn

But there's a kitchen window glowing
Past the next county line

Let it fall, let it fall, it don't have to stick
The ones who really love you ain't counting every flake
Let it fall, let it fall, I'm coming home slow
Through the snow that never settles, there's a light I know

Truck stop coffee tastes like burnt-out good intentions
But the waitress calls me sugar and forgets my past mistakes
She says the snow is pretty when you're not the one who's driving
I say it's pretty either way if you've got somewhere to be

Let it fall, let it fall, it don't have to stick
The ones who really love you ain't counting every flake
Let it fall, let it fall, I'm coming home slow
Through the snow that never settles, there's a light I know

Maybe I was always meant to be the one who's passing through
But a man can change his heading, that's the thing I learned from you
Turn the headlights toward the porch and let the engine rest
Some things are worth the staying, and the snow will do the rest

Let it fall, let it fall, it don't have to stick
The ones who really love you ain't counting every flake
Let it fall, let it fall, I'm coming home slow
Through the snow that never settles, there's a light I know

There's a light I know
There's a light I know