through the windshield
Singer:bryant, jacob
the cornfields of illinois
the streets of south detroit
the broadway marquee signs
'cause there ain't nothing like what you see
feeling that rumble underneath your feet
when you're chasing that setting sun
there ain't nothing looks half as sweet
as the door flying open when you run to me
all the rumors in this town
and the neon shining down
passing mile marker signs
till i cross that county line
'cause there ain't nothing like what you see
feeling that rumble underneath your feet
when you're chasing that setting sun
there ain't nothing looks half as sweet
as the door flying open when you run to me
'cause there ain't nothing looks half as sweet
as the screen door slamming when you run to me