歌詞
[Verse 1]
Coffee in a thermos
Map folded on my knee
Your boots on the dash
Radio humming in key
Sun just breaking over
That county line sign
You laughing at nothing
My hand tangled in mine
[Chorus]
Dust on the dashboard
Hearts on the highway
Rolling through nowhere
Like it's our Friday
If this old truck
Makes it one more mile
I'll keep driving this road
Just to see you smile
[Verse 2]
Farm dogs by the mailbox
Porch paint peeling thin
Your head on my shoulder
Cheek freckled
Country grin
You point out a mailbox
Say
"That's my grandma's place"
I see every tomorrow
In that sideways glance on your face
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Gas light glowing
But we keep going
Wind in your hair
World soft
Slow
And golden
If all I ever own
Is this beat-up ride and you
Then baby
I'm already
Richer than I ever knew
[Chorus]
音楽のスタイル
folk, Warm folk-country band with acoustic guitar and brushed snare driving the groove, fiddle doing gentle call-and-response hooks. Male vocals up front with tight two-part harmonies in the chorus. Dynamics build from intimate, almost campfire-soft verses into a fuller, toe-tapping singalong chorus with upright bass and a light organ pad swelling underneath., country