Wish I could turn back time like an old cassette rewinds with a tooth-marked pencil When we were hands free out the window of that '89 Continental Waiting all night long, for that one song So we could press record We had summer nights and dashboard lights Yeah we were never bored I miss old pay phones and gravel roads In my best friend's Dad's old Chevy I miss campfire smoke, and cards in spokes And 12 CDs for a penny Time moves on and I guess I ain't ready I miss Tom Petty Piles of photographs and ticket halves in a shoebox in the closet Full of souvenirs from long gone years Man I thought I lost it I used to know my way around this town But the streets don't look the same They're an echo of what used to be Like the way she said my name I miss old pay phones and gravel roads In my best friend's Dad's old Chevy I miss campfire smoke, and cards in spokes And 12 CDs for a penny Time moves on and I guess I ain't ready Yeah I miss Tom Petty Now I'm free Fallin' down in a memory I can't see Any place I'd rather be... I miss old pay phones and gravel roads In my best friend's Dad's old Chevy I miss campfire smoke, and cards in spokes And 12 CDs for a penny Time moves on, I guess I ain't ready Yeah I miss old pay phones and gravel roads In my best friend's Dad's old Chevy I miss campfire smoke, and cards in spokes And 12 CDs for a penny Time moves on, I guess I ain't ready And I won't back down even when the world gets heavy I miss Tom Petty I miss Tom Petty