Verse
Fog still lifting off the fields
Your hand caught in mine for a mile
Aimless drifting past the signs
Sun climbing where the corn stands tall
Horns of dawn and gravel dust
Radio spitting out the same old stuff
We're chasing something but it's hard to find
Pre-Chorus
Can you feel the clock unwinding?
Every star we leave behind
Chorus
Golden hours, golden hours
Fading light on dusty roads
We've got nothing left to prove
Just this feeling in our bones
Verse 2
Swollen rivers, open range
A half-remembered summer song
The map is still crumpled up
Your voice against the engine hum
We don't know where we're going tonight
But we know it's something gold
Every passing mile feels right
Leaves us breathless in the cold
Pre-Chorus
Can you feel the clock unwinding?
Every star we leave behind
Chorus
Golden hours, golden hours
Fading light on dusty roads
We've got nothing left to prove
Just this feeling in our bones
Bridge
Maybe it's not where we end up
But the getting here feels like the start
We'll find a highway when we need one
For now let's leave the map behind
Chorus
Golden hours, golden hours
Fading light on dusty roads
We've got nothing left to prove
Just this feeling in our bones
