Road trip:
People change like the tides in the ocean
Atleat I think or am I dead wrong?
Foot on the break at the light I don't notice
I sit an wait until the next song
20 hours in an old van
Up the east coast
Through the cold wind
Drove 20 hours what a road trip
Now that in interstate is paved with memories
In that past life I lived when I was 18
And every winter I think back to what we used to be
In that past life we lived at 18