Backroad Days

Dust on the tires,

sun in the sky,

Got nowhere to be,

just you and I.

Old truck rolling down a

two-lane road,

Radio loud and a

lighthearted load.

We’re living that backroad summer,

Ain’t getting any younger.

Laughing till the moon comes up,

Making memories we can’t get enough of.

Cold night air

and a sky full of stars,

Good friends riding in these old cars.

If this is all we get,

then that’s alright,

We’re gonna make it one hell of a night.

Stopped at the diner

around midnight,

Coffee in a cup and everything feels right.

Talking about dreams we’re chasing someday,

But tonight we’re just

letting life play. Years from now,

when the roads have changed,

I’ll still remember these summer days.

The laughter, the music,

the friends by my side,

Those are the moments

money

can’t buy.

We’re living that backroad summer,

Ain’t getting any younger.

Laughing till the moon comes up,

Making memories we can’t get enough of.

Cold night air and a sky full of stars,

Good friends riding in these old cars.

If this is all we get,

then that’s alright,

We’re gonna make it one

hell of a night.