I've got that itch
that feeling
that maybe I've outgrown
my little section of map
It's time to blur the state lines
It's time to expand the boundaries
United States of whatever the hell I want.
There isn't much to it, really...
Just me and a gas pedal and a general direction
a little classic rock to keep me company
Simplicity.
Driving is so much more enjoyable
when you have nowhere else to be
Chasing the sun
Until the moon catches up
**** roads.
Bring me that horizon
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC
I've got that itch
that feeling
that maybe I've outgrown
my little section of map
It's time to blur the state lines
It's time to expand the boundaries
United States of whatever the hell I want.
There isn't much to it, really...
Just me and a gas pedal and a general direction
a little classic rock to keep me company
Simplicity.
Driving is so much more enjoyable
when you have nowhere else to be
Chasing the sun
Until the moon catches up
**** roads.
Bring me that horizon
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