Cracked rear window, dust on the chrome
Dashboard Jesus guiding me home
Through the southwest scrublands and petrified wood
Rust-colored plateaus and it's understood
That time is a thief, and this much I know
Once you get it going you've got little to show
So if you're going my way be sure to bring a map
Life's a thankless highway of a thousand speedtraps
Where nothing that was ever will be again
Except that lonely tear from a brokenhearted woman
And I'm not to blame this time
This time, I'm not to blame
Well, I had my share heartaches on this long winding road
Done my share of leaving and hauled that heavy load
But it's always when you get there, seems something's left behind
So I travel empty-handed, if only to remind me
That nothing that was ever will be again
Except that lonely tear from a brokenhearted woman
And I'm not to blame this time
This time, I'm not to blame
I'll run the red lights just to find you again
I know you're out there, I remember when
We owned the night and you made time stand still
Oh, let me relive every thrill
Cracked rear window, dust on the chrome
Dashboard Jesus guiding me home
Through the southwest scrublands and petrified wood
Rust-colored plateaus and it's understood
That nothing that was ever will be again
Except that lonely tear from a brokenhearted woman
And I'm not to blame this time
This time, I'm not to blame
I'm not to blame
Tom Morgan - Not To Blame Lyrics
Tom Morgan - Not To Blame Lyrics
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Cracked rear window, dust on the chrome
Dashboard Jesus guiding me home
Through the southwest scrublands and petrified wood
Rust-colored plateaus and it's understood
That time is a thief, and this much I know
Once you get it going you've got little to show
So if you're going my way be sure to bring a map
Life's a thankless highway of a thousand speedtraps
Where nothing that was ever will be again
Except that lonely tear from a brokenhearted woman
And I'm not to blame this time
This time, I'm not to blame
Well, I had my share heartaches on this long winding road
Done my share of leaving and hauled that heavy load
But it's always when you get there, seems something's left behind
So I travel empty-handed, if only to remind me
That nothing that was ever will be again
Except that lonely tear from a brokenhearted woman
And I'm not to blame this time
This time, I'm not to blame
I'll run the red lights just to find you again
I know you're out there, I remember when
We owned the night and you made time stand still
Oh, let me relive every thrill
Cracked rear window, dust on the chrome
Dashboard Jesus guiding me home
Through the southwest scrublands and petrified wood
Rust-colored plateaus and it's understood
That nothing that was ever will be again
Except that lonely tear from a brokenhearted woman
And I'm not to blame this time
This time, I'm not to blame
I'm not to blame
Dashboard Jesus guiding me home
Through the southwest scrublands and petrified wood
Rust-colored plateaus and it's understood
That time is a thief, and this much I know
Once you get it going you've got little to show
So if you're going my way be sure to bring a map
Life's a thankless highway of a thousand speedtraps
Where nothing that was ever will be again
Except that lonely tear from a brokenhearted woman
And I'm not to blame this time
This time, I'm not to blame
Well, I had my share heartaches on this long winding road
Done my share of leaving and hauled that heavy load
But it's always when you get there, seems something's left behind
So I travel empty-handed, if only to remind me
That nothing that was ever will be again
Except that lonely tear from a brokenhearted woman
And I'm not to blame this time
This time, I'm not to blame
I'll run the red lights just to find you again
I know you're out there, I remember when
We owned the night and you made time stand still
Oh, let me relive every thrill
Cracked rear window, dust on the chrome
Dashboard Jesus guiding me home
Through the southwest scrublands and petrified wood
Rust-colored plateaus and it's understood
That nothing that was ever will be again
Except that lonely tear from a brokenhearted woman
And I'm not to blame this time
This time, I'm not to blame
I'm not to blame
Writer: Thomas Morgan
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Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid