Still Chasing Gold

Verse

Screen door slaps like a snare drum beat

Porch light buzzing on Sycamore Street

Sixteen summers folded in my sleeve

I still remember how to believe

Pre-Chorus

So what if the years got loud

What if we lost the crowd

Can we find it now somehow

Chorus

We're still chasing gold

Barefoot on the hood of an old Corolla

Dancing tonight like we're seventeen again

Still chasing gold

Every scar's a story we hold onto

Free as the wind that we ran with back then

Verse

Kitchen radio, static and soul

Mama's old records still stealing control

Same crooked smile, different lines on your face

Same crazy heartbeat, same reckless grace

Pre-Chorus

So what if the years got loud

What if we lost the crowd

Can we find it now somehow

Chorus

We're still chasing gold

Barefoot on the hood of an old Corolla

Dancing tonight like we're seventeen again

Still chasing gold

Every scar's a story we hold onto

Free as the wind that we ran with back then

Bridge

Maybe freedom's not a highway anymore

Maybe it's this kitchen floor

Maybe it's the way you hold my hand

Right here in this borrowed land

And I don't need the world to understand

Chorus

We're still chasing gold

Barefoot on the hood of an old Corolla

Dancing tonight like we're seventeen again

Still chasing gold

Every scar's a story we hold onto

Free as the wind that we ran with

Free as the wind that we ran with back then