Triple low neon flicker, burnt coffee Sour cherry pie, gas stamp map folded
Corner worn where we used to lie A Polaroid sun bleached, clipped to the visor
with a pin Mile marker 47, a wad of towel with a painted
fin Your denim sleeve holds yesterday
A cigarette smile scar, a tired Chevrolet hums like a hymn beneath a distant bar
The highway smells of tar, an orange rhyme, the air tastes like wand
We drive like we're trading anchors for the sky we haunt
Tailgate down, the radio stitches up the quiet in our bones
Two small lights on the dash — all the places we call home
Ride the sunrise road — don't ever let me go
Ride the sunrise road
Ride the sunrise road
Ride the sunrise road — don't ever let me go
Ride the sunrise road
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
A 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 and glue
Drive until the skyline learns the language only we two knew
The radio hums the night, ease is 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 mileposts learn our names
Ride the sunrise road
Ride the sunrise road — don't ever let me go
Let this dawn keep what we claim
Ride the sunrise road
I left a letter on my father's porch, fold it 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 this watch in the glovebox, tick stopped, 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 the dash, its 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, 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
Ride the sunrise road
Polaroid flutters on the dash, corners curl 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
Ride the sunrise road
