never coming down
faber drive
these roller coaster roads
the smell of autumn leaves and gasoline
right now that's all that we need
out on the road to no where
but we got the time to get there
so let's crank the radio up
we're lost inside the sound
a hand cuts through the breeze
reflected in your eyes and i feel fine
we'll always remember these times
out on the road to no where
but we got the time to get there
so let's crank the radio up
we're lost inside the sound
and when the morning birds are in the night
i know that you know what it feels like
i'll always remember these times
out on the road to no where
so let's crank the radio up
we're lost inside the sound