Dust behind the tires, engine running low Compass needle spinning You said pick a direction, I said anywhere works Radio drifting loose between the stations Just go Map is folding closed now Every mile's a mile we chose Rhythm is climbing with us Is this really how it goes? Into the horizon we go Hands steady, let it show Rhythm keeps pulling past the edge of the map we know We don't slow (eh eh, oya) (oh oh, we go) (eh eh, oya) (oh oh, we go) The coastline behind us turning smaller Dust settling soft across the seat You hum a melody low, I catch the rhythm in your feet We're running out of miles but not the reasons Stay close Map's long gone, we're past the line Every mile's a mile that's mine Rhythm is pulling harder now Can you feel it building somehow? Tell me we don't turn around Not till the water makes a sound Tell me the tank will get us there It will, I promise, I always care Into the horizon, closer now Everything we drove for is close somehow Pulse and dust are breaking like the day We made it home (oya) (oh oh, we go) (oh oh, eh) (oya) (oh oh, we go) (horizon... horizon...) (horizon... horizon...) (horizon... horizon...) (horizon....)
