Caravan Heart (versión 3)

Verse 1

Salt on the rim of a paper cup

Two miles out and the heat climbs up

Cracked asphalt and the engine hums

Tapping on the wheel like steady drums

Barefoot sweet in a cotton dress

Nothing to hide and less to confess

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel the rhythm turn

Watching the horizon burn

Chorus

Copper dust and river stone

We were never meant for home

Wild and golden on the run

Caravan heart under the sun

Verse 2

Ripe peach dripping across your wrist

Chasing the warm July through the mist

Lantern tied to the lowest bough

Nobody cares about later now

Pass that wood with the cedar smoke

Singing the tune before it broke

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel the rhythm turn

Watching the horizon burn

Chorus

Copper dust and river stone

We were never meant for home

Wild and golden on the run

Caravan heart under the sun

Bridge

Time won't hold what the river takes

Years roll by with the turns it makes

Keep this heat inside your chest

Youth is our only sweet unrest

Chorus

Copper dust and river stone

We were never meant for home

Wild and golden on the run

Caravan heart under the sun