Fiddle Flats Highway

Gas tank full and the map thrown away

(alright) Wind in our hair,

it's a beautiful day

Golden sun sinking low in the sky Just chasing the miles as

they go rolling by

Put the windows down,

let the radio play

(woohoo) We are singing along

all the way

Oh we are riding on a summer breeze

Flying past the tall pine trees No destination on this endless highway

Living life our own sweet way (hey,

hey, hey)

Old diner signs glowing soft in the dusk

Nothing else matters but the two of us

Wheels keep on spinning to a favorite song

Nowhere to go so we can't go wrong

Oh we are riding on a summer breeze

Flying past the tall pine trees No destination on this endless highway

Living life our own sweet way (hey,

hey, hey)

We're riding away... (yeah,

riding away) Underneath the open sky