Telephone wires hum in lazy lines Gravel pops under worn-out tires I draw shapes on the fogged-up glass Like we're sketching out the hours as they pass Wind lifts up your faded sleeve You smile like you don’t need to leave Radio catches a half-lost tune We drive in rhythm with the full moon And the world feels wide In the yellow lane glow Every turn of the wheel Is a place we don’t know We're riding county lines and painted skies Streetlights fading from our eyes The scene before us, night rolls in Let the quiet, yeah, let the quiet start to spin No hurry, no reason why Just headlights and skyline time We drift wherever the dark winds blow On these slow, slow county roads Mailbox leaning like it’s half asleep Cornfields whisper secrets we keep Porch lights blink as we pass on by Like small constellations on the roadside sky You tap the dash in a crooked beat Kick your shoes at my bare feet The road bends soft like a worn-out song And suddenly nowhere feels like home all along Every mile unwinds What we carried today Let the silence decide If we’re going to stay We're riding county lines and painted skies Streetlights fading from our eyes Windows open, night rolls in Let the quiet start to spin No hurry, no reason why Just headlights and firefly time We drift wherever the dark winds blow On these slow, slow county roads Your laughter floats out into the air Caught somewhere between nowhere and there And I don't need to know what comes next This moment’s already the best Ohhh… the tires sing low and steady Ohhh… like we're already ready We're riding county lines and painted skies Leaving all the maybe-whys Windows open, hearts untied Let the darkness be our guide No hurry, no reason why Just headlights and firefly time We drift wherever the dark winds blow On these slow, slow county roads
