Streetlights blur past like shooting stars
Windows down hair tangled in the wind
Radio hums that song we used to know
Empty passenger seat but the road feels right
Speedometer kissing ninety-five
Heartbeats sync with the dotted white lines
Late night drive with the moon as my guide
Late night drive with the moon as my guide
No destination just you on my mind
Pedal down chasing the edge of the sky
This freedom tastes like your lips at midnight
Dashboard glow paints shadows on my hands
Memories flicker with each passing town
Miles disappear but the feeling stays
Asphalt whispers secrets we outran
Headlights cut through the velvet dark
Breathing steady but the engine screams
Late night drive with the moon as my guide
No destination just you on my mind
Pedal down chasing the edge of the sky
This freedom tastes like your lips at midnight
Shoulder check mirror full of constellations
Foot off the gas but I’m still flying
Wheels keep rolling into sunrise
Wheels keep rolling into sunrise