Salt on the wind, static on the radio
Got the top down, nowhere else to go
Leaving the city smoke in the rearview mirror
Yeah, the coastline's getting clearer
One hand on the wheel, one hand to the sky
Yeah, we're flying, we're flying
Chasing the sun down the coastline
Yeah, we got no finish line
Just a hundred miles of golden light
I ain't worried, feeling so right
Tires humming a tune on the asphalt ground
Not a single worry to be found
The sun is painting streaks of orange and red
Living out the words we never said
One hand on the wheel, one hand to the sky
Yeah, we're flying, we're flying
Chasing the sun down the coastline
Yeah, we got no finish line
Just a hundred miles of golden light
I ain't worried, feeling so right
The world can wait, the calls can drop
For this one moment, we'll never stop
Just the engine's hum, a perfect scene
Chasing the sun down the coastline
Yeah, we got no finish line
Just a hundred miles of golden light
I ain't worried, feeling so right