Sun-Soaked Highways

Miles of gravel, fields of green

Old billboards from ninety-three

No hurry on this empty road (hmm-mm)

Passing signs of a one-light town

Just watching dust devils spin around

No map is folded on the seat

Let the highway take its time

Let the answer find its line (ahhh)

We're just rolling down the bend

Yellow grain against the sky

Two crows on a wire flying high

Maybe clarity's a slow-burn view

Let the highway take its time

Let the answer find its line (ahhh)

We're just rolling down the bend

Rolling on down the bend

(hmm-mm) No rush to find the end