Mile Markers
# Mile Markers [Intro – engine starting, radio static] Got snacks? Good. Got a destination? ...Who cares. Let's drive. [Hook] We chasing mile markers, Headlights and shooting stars. Got tomorrow in the backseat, Freedom in this beat-up car. No map, no master plan, Just the night and who we are. Sometimes you gotta get lost To remember where you are. [Verse 1] Tank half full, that's enough for an adventure, Northern lights in the distance like they sent us an answer. Dashboard glowing, coffee keeping me awake, Every wrong turn tonight feels like the right mistake. Got my boots on the dash and my feet in the sky, Radio too loud and we're all singing off-key. City getting smaller in the rearview mirror, Funny how the future starts looking a little clearer. Everybody asks, "Where you headed this time?" I just laugh and say, "Somewhere I ain't been in my mind." [Pre-Hook] We don't need a reason. We need a road. [Hook] We chasing mile markers, Headlights and shooting stars. Got tomorrow in the backseat, Freedom in this beat-up car. No map, no master plan, Just the night and who we are. Sometimes you gotta get lost To remember where you are. [Verse 2] Pulled over by a lookout just to stare at the sky, Some dreams feel bigger when the world goes quiet. Talking about the future like we got all night, Passing bags of candy under moonlight. Thunder on the horizon, rain starting to fall, Nobody rolling windows up at all. Let the storm come in, Let the cold air bite, Some memories only happen on a night like tonight. Take a picture. Forget to save it. Laugh anyway. That's the magic. [Bridge – half-sung] Maybe home isn't a place. Maybe it's this. An open road. People you love. And enough gas for one more sunrise. [Verse 3] I don't remember every city, Every exit, every sign. But I remember who was laughing Every single time. I remember songs we murdered, I remember stories we made, I remember feeling infinite On some half-forgotten interstate. Maybe that's why we keep driving. Not to escape. Not to arrive. Just to feel alive. [Final Hook – bigger, layered] We chasing mile markers, Headlights and shooting stars. Got tomorrow in the backseat, Freedom in this beat-up car. No map, no master plan, Just the night and who we are. Sometimes you gotta get lost To remember where you are. Whoa-oh... One more mile. Whoa-oh... Stay awhile. Whoa-oh... Keep the engine running. [Outro] Sun's coming up. We should probably head home. ... Nah. One more exit.
