[Verse 1] I left with a trunk full of maps and a grin too wide for my own good, You know how it goes when the engine starts, you think every mile is made of gold. The first few states were all open fields, a fresh notebook, a dare, a fire, I laughed at the dash clock ticking fast like it had somewhere else to be. [Pre-Chorus] Then the exits started thinning out, And the sky got names I’d never heard. Each rest stop stole a little breath, Each sunrise came in fewer words. [Chorus] I’m counting states like years (like years) You say the road goes slow, it’s not true I blink and the map gets blurred (gets blurred) And time slips by us too I was just a kid in the rearview (rearview) Now the line is me and you [Verse 2] I saw my mother in a gas station mirror, same hands, same curve in the cheek, A younger face in a checkout glass, then mine, then hers, then mine again. We crossed through a town with a closed-down fair, paper cups and a Ferris rusted still, And something in me turned like a page that knew the ending before I did. [Pre-Chorus] The coffee turned from bitter to burnt, The songs got cut by static rain. The road kept folding underneath, Like memory under a frame. [Chorus] I’m counting states like years (like years) You say the road goes slow, it’s not true I blink and the map gets blurred (gets blurred And time slips by us too I was just a kid in the rearview (rearview) Now the line is me and you [Bridge] [F] I used to race the moon to sleep, Now I watch it trail behind. Each mile marker, each little ache, Keeps rewriting what I find. [M] I thought the world would wait for me, But it learned my name and drove. Now every bend feels borrowed, Every promise leaks and glows. [F] The farther we get, the faster it goes, Like water through a cracked tin seam. [M] We’re not just passing through these states, We’re passing through the dream. [Chorus] I’m counting states like years (like years) You say the road goes slow, it’s not true I blink and the map gets blurred (gets blurred) And time slips by us too I was just a kid in the rearview (rearview) Now the line is me and you [Outro] Keep driving, love, keep driving Through the old and the almost-new The road gets long, then suddenly It’s already driving through us too
