Lyrics

Pack the trunk, shove it shut
Got a half tank and a full-blown rush
Your hair up, my old cap
We got two bad songs and a paper map

Window down, let it breathe
Say the word, let the night run deep
The backseat’s a mess, the dash is cracked
But when you look at me, I don’t look back

Roll on, roll on
Names blurred on the signs
Roll on, roll on
Leaving towns behind
One hand on the wheel, your laugh in mine
Roll on, roll on
Past the county line

Gas station fries, fifty cents off
You steal my drink, I let it go soft
Sunburned knees, dust on your jeans
We laugh so hard at nothing, it seems

If the world calls out, let it ring
We got a long road out and a low song in
The sky keeps score, the fields fall back
When you lean on me, I don’t look back

Roll on, roll on
Names blurred on the signs
Roll on, roll on
Leaving towns behind
One hand on the wheel, your laugh in mine
Roll on, roll on
Past the county line

Pull over once where the gravel bends
The radio fades, then comes back again
A freight train rolls along the line
If this is lost, let the map stay blind

Roll on, roll on
Names blurred on the signs
Roll on, roll on
Leaving towns behind
One hand on the wheel, your laugh in mine
Roll on, roll on
Past the county line

Roll on, roll on
Names blurred on the signs
Roll on, roll on
Till the signal cuts