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 evеry winter, I think back to what we used to bе

In that past life we lived at eighteen

Oh, oh, oh

Woah, woah, woah

Oh, oh, oh

Woah, woah, woah

Uh, 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

Across the Midwest, thinking, "What for?"

Drove twenty hours, but it's hopeless

Across 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