American Roads Testo
Testo American Roads
Side of the highway
Rain pourin’ down
And I can’t remember where I was headed to now
Red stone on the dashboard
My head in the clouds
I get in my lane baby I don’t want to get out
Can’t take it for granted
When you feel this alive
Give a nod to the crosses all along the roadside It’s hard to imagine that I didn’t want to learn how to drive
Roll down the window now just to let in the sky
Radio on and my left foot tappin’
Things I know and the things I imagine
The people I’ve seen in the cars I’m passin’
Rearview mirror and the red lights flashin’
Oh please lord don’t let it happen
Sunlight on the canyon
Thin layer of snow
A bullet hole in a motel window and a burnin’ mobile home
And the wheel in your hand is the only thing you control
The world’s just whippin’ on past you like a line of telephone poles
The gasoline in the air I’m breathin’
The things I doubt and the things I believe in
The feeling you have when it’s more than a feeling
The city I trust, and the city I’m leavin’
Oh maybe we’ll just call it even There’s a crack in my windshield
And I’m hopin’ it holds
There’s a crack in everything I hold close to my soul
And the woman I’m next to, she’ll never get old
I’ll never forget you on American roads
Rain pourin’ down
And I can’t remember where I was headed to now
Red stone on the dashboard
My head in the clouds
I get in my lane baby I don’t want to get out
Can’t take it for granted
When you feel this alive
Give a nod to the crosses all along the roadside It’s hard to imagine that I didn’t want to learn how to drive
Roll down the window now just to let in the sky
Radio on and my left foot tappin’
Things I know and the things I imagine
The people I’ve seen in the cars I’m passin’
Rearview mirror and the red lights flashin’
Oh please lord don’t let it happen
Sunlight on the canyon
Thin layer of snow
A bullet hole in a motel window and a burnin’ mobile home
And the wheel in your hand is the only thing you control
The world’s just whippin’ on past you like a line of telephone poles
The gasoline in the air I’m breathin’
The things I doubt and the things I believe in
The feeling you have when it’s more than a feeling
The city I trust, and the city I’m leavin’
Oh maybe we’ll just call it even There’s a crack in my windshield
And I’m hopin’ it holds
There’s a crack in everything I hold close to my soul
And the woman I’m next to, she’ll never get old
I’ll never forget you on American roads
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