Weather Report 22

Verse

Coffee cup in the dashboard tray

Radio crackling through the grey

You say station seventeen's our speed

I tune it up before you even reach for me

Map folded tight in your glovebox drawer

Gas gauge blinking red at three twenty-four

You laugh and turn it off, we'll drive by starlight instead

Like this stretch of empty road is all the compass we need

Chorus

We don't chase the horizon, we just point into it

Every mile's a forecast we already know we're gonna miss it

Weather report says sunshine past the water tower

Says you and me against the open hour

Hands up like we own this whole dark blue sky

Nothing left to map, just drive until we fly

Verse

Saltwater drying on your collarbone

Headlights cutting through the cornfield zone

You're teaching me each exit feels like a door

Like the whole world was made for two more miles and more

The engine sputters soft before it starts again

Radio static turns to rain, then blue sky, then

No sound at all till I reach across your knee

And you take my hand without a word, just me

Chorus

We don't chase the horizon, we just point into it

Every mile's a forecast we already know we're gonna miss it

Weather report says sunshine past the water tower

Says you and me against the open hour

Hands up like we own this whole dark blue sky

Nothing left to map, just drive until we fly

Bridge

Maybe roads are just a way of saying goodbye

Maybe that's why every ending feels like home

You're learning how to steer through amber and haze

And I'm learning to fall for it in every phase

No map can keep up when the whole sky turns gold

This is the forecast no station ever told

Chorus

We don't chase the horizon, we just point into it

Every mile's a forecast we already know we're gonna miss it

Weather report says sunshine past the water tower

Says you and me against the open hour

Hands up like we own this whole dark blue sky

Nothing left to map, just drive until we fly