Left the city in the rear-view glass Watching all the concrete seasons pass Fuel and coffee in a paper cup Nowhere to go but the spirit up Tracing the lines of the highway paint No more pressure and no more restraint The dashboard glow is a friendly spark Cutting a path through the velvet dark. Windows down in the midnight air The scent of freedom everywhere The road is a promise we finally keep While the rest of the world is fast asleep. Oh, we’re chasing the ghosts of the morning light Burning the miles in the dead of night! The horizon is calling, the frequency’s clear There’s nothing but space and the atmosphere! Windows down in the midnight air The scent of freedom everywhere The road is a promise we finally keep While the rest of the world is fast asleep! Oh, we’re chasing the ghosts of the morning light Burning the miles in the dead of night! The horizon is calling, the frequency’s clear There’s nothing but space and the atmosphere! Still driving...
