Static farawell 10

Passed the final gate along the

state line Dashboard covered in dust

from June Tossed the paper receipt

out into the wind Watched the

toll booth fade in the rearview

My hands were cold on the

steering wheel Now the ocean air

is warming up my skin

We made it through the hardest

winter We survived every midnight drive

I can see the sky turning

pink and red It feels good

to be alive

So roll, roll the windows Every

scar right on our sleeves We

are driving west into the morning

sun With nothing left to prove

and everything we need

An old cassette tape spinning on

the deck Your handwriting faded on

the plastic shell We spent years

trying to run away

From every street named after someone

else Now every mile feels like

forgiveness And the coast is finally

coming into view

We made it through the hardest

winter We survived every midnight drive

I can see the sky turning

pink and red It feels good

to be alive

So roll, roll the windows Every

scar right on our sleeves We

are driving west into the morning

sun With nothing left to prove

and everything we need

All those miles under our tires

All the promises we almost broke

I am not looking back to

apologize I am just holding on

to what we know

So roll, roll the windows down

and let it in I can

see the sky turning pink and

red It feels good to be

alive We roll the windows Every

scar right on our sleeves We

are driving west into the morning

sun With nothing left to prove

and everything we need,

oh Heading west into the morning

sun

The road goes on forever now

Heading west into the morning sun