

Radar on the dash,
wipers losing time Gravel in the wheelwell,
lightning on my mind We were raised on backroads,
reading the sky’s tells If it’s gonna break open,
we wanna be there (hey)
The clouds stack up like wreckage out in the west We don’t
say it out loud,
but we’re taking the bet
Hands at ten and two,
white-knuckled faith Chasing that roar like it’s calling our name (ooh)
We’re storm chasing, no brakes,
no sleep
Headlights cutting through the sheets of rain If the sky’s gonna shake,
let it shake on me
We’re storm chasing till the world says “wait” (woah-oh)
Static on the scanner,
mile marker nine Sunset bruised purple,
like a warning sign Mom says “come home,” but the wind says
“move” We learned how to listen to what trouble can do (yeah)
We’re storm chasing, no brakes,
no sleep Headlights cutting through the sheets of rain If the sky’s
gonna shake, let it shake on me
We’re storm chasing till the world says “wait” (woah-oh)
If it takes me under,
I’ll still want the view That green-gray wall and the freight-train groove
We don’t need saving,
we just wanna know How loud the heavens can finally go (ahhhh)
We’re storm chasing, no brakes,
no sleep Headlights cutting through the sheets of rain If the sky’s
gonna shake, let it shake on me
We’re storm chasing till the world says “wait” (woah-oh)