High Water Blues (wersja 2)

Verse

Paper map in the glovebox folded twice

Route 12 where the cornfields blur like lines

Engine coughing as we pull away from town

Radio crackling something nobody's listening to now

Duffel bag slung over your shoulder loose

Like you're waiting for a tide that hasn't rose yet

Pre-Chorus

So tell me what you know of empty roads

Tell me how the open ends feel

Do we drive till there's nothing left behind us

Or do we learn to love the turn

Say it like it's summer, say it like it's now

Chorus

We're chasing nothing but a high water line

Riding out the last of what was mine

Every mile marker ticking down the highway

Feels like freedom when you feel this way tonight

High water blues, pulling us both under

Nothing left to prove before the summer ends here

Just wheels and wind and every star we find till morning

Verse

Gas station coffee warm against my palm

Sunrise bleeding gold across the dashboard calm

You're humming something I don't recognize

Like the radio's just a memory now, not a guide

Towns blend together on this stretch of asphalt

Every mile a promise that you still believe in

Pre-Chorus

So tell me what you know of empty roads

Tell me how the open ends feel

Do we drive till there's nothing left behind us

Or do we learn to love the turn

Say it like it's summer, say it's now

Chorus

We're chasing nothing but a high water line

Riding out the last of what was mine

Every mile marker ticking down the highway

Feels like freedom when you feel this way tonight

High water blues, pulling us both under

Nothing left to prove before the summer ends here

Just wheels and wind and every star we find till morning

Bridge

Maybe freedom's not a place at all

It's just this feeling that won't sink or fall

Every river bends before it breaks

So what do you say when there's nothing left to make

We keep on driving just for the drive alone

Chasing something that I've never known

Chorus

We're chasing nothing but a high water line

Riding out the last of what was mine

Every mile marker ticking down the highway

Feels like freedom when you feel this way tonight

High water blues, pulling us both under

Nothing left to prove before the summer ends here

Just wheels and wind and every star we find till morning