Riding, these roller coaster roads We keep on driving With no where left to go It's just you and me 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 We won't turn around So let's crank the radio up Can't seem to get enough We're lost inside the sound We're never coming down
Woah, woah, Woah, woah Never coming down Woah, woah Woah, woah
Moments, turn into memories The windows open A hand cuts through the breeze I see the red sunrise 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 We won't turn around We're never coming down So let's crank the radio up Can't seem to get enough We're lost inside the sound We're never coming down
I feel the light It's you and I 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 Maybe tonight, we'll get there We won't turn around
So let's crank the radio up Can't seem to get enough We're lost inside the sound We're never coming down We're never coming down We're never coming down Never coming down
Woah, woah
Compositores: David William Faber, Jeremy Stephen Liddle (Krikit), David Robert Madison Genn (David Genn) ECAD: Obra #3713141 Fonograma #24389788