On the Road
Hey!
Let’s go!
Highway lines blur in the desert heat,
AC’s broke, but we’re still in the seat.
Map’s on the floor, no destination in mind,
Just the open road and the wind we’ll find.
Gas station snacks, cheap sunglasses on,
Singing off-key till the tank is gone.
Mile marker 100, who cares where we stop?
This beat’s the engine that’ll make us pop.
The world’s a mess, but we don’t care,
Got this rhythm climbing the air.
Close your eyes, let the feedback ring,
This road’s the song that’ll make us sing!
On the road, where the wild things grow,
Turn the music up, let the static flow!
On the road, with the windows down,
Let the bass shake this sleepy town!
No brakes, no maps, just the hum,
Of a thousand watts and a borrowed drum.
On the road… yeah, on the road…
This is the pulse that’ll make us explode!
Rest stop parking lot, we’re dancing barefoot,
Security guard waves, but we’re not gonna shut.
Someone’s speaker blows a fuzzy bass,
We scream along, no need for grace.
Desert stars explode in the midnight sky,
We’re the sparks in the headlights’ eye.
No curfew, no rules, just the open stretch,
And a beat that’ll never, ever, ever glitch.
The world’s a mess, but we don’t care,
Got this rhythm climbing the air.
Close your eyes, let the feedback ring,
This road’s the song that’ll make us sing!
On the road, where the wild things grow,
Turn the music up, let the static flow!
On the road, with the windows down,
Let the bass shake this sleepy town!
No brakes, no maps, just the hum,
Of a thousand watts and a borrowed drum.
On the road… yeah, on the road…
This is the pulse that’ll make us explode!
They say “slow down, you’ll miss the view,”
But I say “the road isthe view, me and you!”
This rhythm’s a compass, no needle required,
Just the fire of the beat and the dreams we’ve fired.
We’re the glitch in the grid, the crack in the wall,
The road’s our kingdom, and we’ll never fall!
On the road, where the wild things grow,
Turn the music up, let the static flow!
On the road, with the windows down,
Let the bass shake this sleepy town!
No brakes, no maps, just the hum,
Of a thousand watts and a borrowed drum.
On the road… yeah, on the road…
This is the pulse that’ll make us explode!
On the road…
Make us explode…