Tripolo, neon, flicker, burnt coffee, sour cherry pie
Gas stamp, map, folded, corner worn, we used to lie
Polaroid sunbleach, clipped to the visor with a pin
Mile marker, 47, a water tower with a painted fin
Your denim sleeve holds yesterday, a cigarette-smiled scar
Tired Chevrolet hums like a hymn beneath a distant bar
The highway smells of tar and orange rind
The air tastes like won't we drive like we're trading anchors for the sky we honed
Tailgate down, the radio stitches up the quiet in our bones
Two small lights on the dash — all the places we'd call home
Ride the sunrise road — don't ever let me go
Ride the sunrise road
Diesel breath and Marge's laugh, a waitress who remembers names
Jukebox spins a stickered song, summer plastered on the frames
Your laugh sparks like a Zippo in an empty tin of change
We swap worn stories for new light, let thunder rearrange
Torn ticket lives between the visor and the sun
The blacktop keeps our secrets, mile by mile they come undone
We fold our fears into the glovebox next to childish notes in glue
Drive until the skyline learns the language only we tune
The radio hums, the night eases, steering straight we lean
Two imperfect rhythms keeping time between
What's been and what's been seen
Ride the sunrise road — don't ever let me go
Let the milepost learn our names
Ride the sunrise road — don't ever let me go
Let the storm keep what we claim
I left a letter on my father's porch, folded like a cold small prayer
His porch light still burned amber, I left it on so he'd know I'd been there
I kept his watch in the glovebox, tick stop, face scuffed and thin
Finding peace felt like returning something I wasn't sure I'd win
So when the morning cracked like an egg and the road unrolled like skin
I set that watch against a dash and silence taught me how to begin
If peace is putting down a weight, then here's what I will do
I'll hand you back the map we burned and trade the past for a view
Ride the sunrise road, I promise I won't let you go
Ride the sunrise road, ride the sunrise road
Ride the sunrise road, I'll hold you through the low and high
Ride the sunrise road
Polaroid flutters on the dash, corners curled like an honest prayer
Sunrise carves our names into the back of morning air
Keep the keys, keep the coffee stain, keep the stories we stole
Ride the sunrise road, with me we'll find a place to call home
Ride the sunrise road, don't ever let me go
Ride the sunrise road
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