I chased the sun until the sun chased me,
My skin chapped from the harsh winds.
Rosey cheeks and frozen smiles.

Up and down, up and down, up and down.

The gravel becomes loose as I make a sharp left
Approaching the creek, frozen from winter’s kiss.

I take it one hill at a time.

I know you said be home by six,
But I felt more at home out here.
I felt free and alive and strong and

I chased the sun until she chased me,
And I felt alive.