He tapped a folder labeled "Old School" and clicked on the file: .

The dusty Ford F-150 wasn't just a truck; to Jake, it was a time machine. As he pulled out of his driveway for the ten-hour trek back to his hometown, his thumb hovered over the infotainment screen. He wasn't looking for a podcast or the news. He needed that one specific anthem for the road.

As the first few guitar notes rang out through the speakers, the suburban scenery of his adult life began to blur. By the time Lee’s gravelly voice hit the first verse, Jake wasn't on the interstate anymore. He was seventeen again, sitting on a rusted tailgate in a cornfield that felt like the center of the universe.

"To the ones that we lost, and the ones that just moved on..."

Jake remembered downloading the track years ago on a slow dorm-room connection. Back then, it was just a catchy song about hanging out. But as the miles ticked by, the lyrics hit differently.