The shrine is five miles back in the rear-view mirror now. The gravel stops rattling underneath the tires. Just the hum of the asphalt and the purple sky clearing out. For the first time in years, the dashboard clock isn't spinning backward. Left the unlabelled boxes on the bedroom floor, Didn't need to double-check the dates anymore. Got a full tank of gas and the windows cracked down, Leaving the shadows to watch over that town. A scratch on the plastic inside the glovebox door, Marking a year that we don't lease anymore. The static on the radio is finally going grey, Just the white noise of a highway washing it away. The sky up above me is drowning in the blue, And I'm finally driving without losing you. We're watching the new horizon tonight, Everything's clear in the dashboard light. No looking back, just the highway line, Watching the sunrise bleed over the lanes. The orange on the dials is a quiet glow, Keeping the wheel held steady and low. Underneath the endless sky. The middle school hallways are so far away, And the smoke at the crash site has turned into clay. My hands on the wheel used to white-knuckle tight, But they relaxed a little at the edge of the night. Every mile is a promise I'm keeping to me-- To watch the morning light wash the glass clean. An old plastic cassette covered in dust, The latch on the case is turning to rust. The spools aren't spinning, the music is still, But the rhythm keeps moving over the hill. We're watching the new horizon tonight, Everything's clear in the dashboard light. No looking back, just the highway line, Watching the sunrise bleed over the lanes. The orange on the dials is a quiet glow, Keeping the wheel held steady and low. Underneath the endless sky. The mist on the asphalt... The frost on the glass. I'm watching the lines Form and then pass. You're not in the ground, You're not in the air... You're just the quiet sound, Of me getting there. The new horizon opens today, The gold on the dashboard softens the grey. No looking back, just the highway line, With the passenger side catching the light. Underneath the endless sky. Driving straight into the dawn... Just driving on... Into the dawn... The passenger seat-- Is it the heater or the sun? The road is open. The blue is almost gone. Underneath the endless sky.
