roadtrip

People change like the tides in the ocean At least I think, or am I dead wrong? Foot on the brake at the light, I don't notice I sit and wait until the next song Twenty hours in an old van Up the east coast, through the cold wind Drove twenty hours by the ocean Up the east coast, what a road trip Now that interstate is paved with memories Of a past life I lived when I was eighteen And every winter, I think back to what we used to be In that past life we lived at eighteen I reminisce about a past life Things change, I get it 'cause nothing lasts, right? Yeah, and I was thinkin' 'bout her last night Scrollin' through our memories, debatin' 'bout our last times Ayy, for a minute we was cool Then we flew just a little too close to the sun Now we finished, now we through Guess we knew one day we would have to grow up Twenty hours in an old Ford 'Cross the Midwest, thinking, "What for?" Drove twenty hours, but it's hopeless 'Cross the Midwest, what a road trip Now that interstate is paved with memories Of a past life I lived when I was eighteen And every winter, I think back to what we used to be In that past life we lived at eighteen