wide-open roads

Who packed the trunk?

There's no room for my knees

Pass the cold brew,

and roll the window down,

please

Three paper maps that we don't even need Just follow the river

and let the road lead (hahaha)

You tell that old joke,

we laugh till we cry As the gray concrete towers slide on

by

Two hundred miles of nothing in sight But golden-hour fields turning to

night (ooh-ooh-ooh)

Salty chips from a diner on the state line We don't care

if we're making good time

(here we go)

We are chasing the wind where the highway bends No destination,

just the road and my friends Let the headlights dance on the

ancient pine We've got all of the world and we've got all

night (yeah!)

Midnight coffee at a neon-free stand

Drawing imaginary lines in the sand

You say we're crazy,

but look where we are

Counting the satellites, chasing a star (mmmmm)

And the years will roll by like the white highway lines But

we'll always remember these mountain-top signs Hand out the window,

catching the breeze

Wild and dynamic, completely at ease

We are chasing the wind where the highway bends

No destination, just the road and my friends Let the headlights dance

on the ancient pine We've got all of the world and we've

got all night

(we've got all night!) Just the road and my friends (mmmmm)

Just the road and my friends