I’m driving up to a place that you’re at
Ripped jeans, white shirt, a cooler at the back
We have this day to do all that we want...

You grin at me as you hop shotgun
No work, no phones, no past, no promise
Let’s ditch this scene, just you and me

We can head off to the beach
Singing songs atop our lungs
Running with the waves
Dancing like we’re teens

Go to the fair, where dreams come true
You’re the strongman and I’m the gunman
Fingers intertwined, ride a coaster or two
Taste the candy on your lips, your palm on my hip

Maybe take the other road up to a *****
Watch the sunset, have breakfast at dusk
Talk about everything, anything, and nothing
We won’t be sleeping...