Move away with me,
a road trip;
never ending, always driving.
We'll make a home on the road
and watch the scenery through
rolled down windows.
Watch the world we left behind
as we continue beyond.
And, it's not running away, I promise you.
It is never closing our eyes as we make our way
forward through the blur of the life around us.
I'll watch over you as you rest through the dawn
in the backseat of my car.
Once the night descends over the horizon,
we can park on the edge of the earth and
observe as stars and city lights converge.
Undistinguishable; sky and earth a long awaited
reunion.
A metamorphosis of the divine and the sublime.
Baby, let's live our life on the roads;
let's be ahead of the time;
leaving young, living wild.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 11:52 PM UTC
Move away with me,
a road trip;
never ending, always driving.
We'll make a home on the road
and watch the scenery through
rolled down windows.
Watch the world we left behind
as we continue beyond.
And, it's not running away, I promise you.
It is never closing our eyes as we make our way
forward through the blur of the life around us.
I'll watch over you as you rest through the dawn
in the backseat of my car.
Once the night descends over the horizon,
we can park on the edge of the earth and
observe as stars and city lights converge.
Undistinguishable; sky and earth a long awaited
reunion.
A metamorphosis of the divine and the sublime.
Baby, let's live our life on the roads;
let's be ahead of the time;
leaving young, living wild.
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