Roadside Laughter

(hmmm,

yeah)

Three on the bench seat,

fighting for the aux chord Screaming over classic rock,

driving down the Concord You want the heavy bass,

she wants the slow folk I'm just staring at the map,

laughing till we choke

Missing every single turn but we do not care With the windows

rolled down and the summer in our hair

We are chasing the wind in a beat-up car Underneath the open

sky, we don't care how far Just three wild hearts on a

dead-end street Making memories

out of every beat

(ooh,

yeah) Stuck at a diner

eating cold french fries Staring at a sunset painted in the skies

Spontaneous detour to a ghost-town sign Another bad picture that will age

like wine

We are chasing the wind in a beat-up car Underneath the open

sky, we don't care how far Just three wild hearts on a

dead-end street Making memories

out of every beat

Years will fly by,

we'll go our separate ways But we'll still talk about these golden

days (hahaha)

Three wild hearts on a dead-end street... (mmmmm)