One-Stop, Indie folk, Medium tempo, building, warm, positive, feel good, hopeful, uplifting, carefree, relaxed, laid back, Male vocals, acoustic guitar, piano, bass, drums, synth, Somerville, Massachusetts
Watch the sunrise through the rain
One hundred more miles to fame
In a half broken machine
Chasing a dream
We're the creatures from across
Any truck stop parking lot
Long hair, yesterday's jeans
Chasing a dream
Wild eyed, lonesome, freaks
Pirates on an asphalt sea
Of red lights, running river
Another night tracing the dark
Crimson eyes, white knuckles
And a black and blue heart
Bless the mad ones, those who know
You cant rock without someplace to roll
Bless the driveways, the beds, and caffeine
That carry a dream
When were yellowed by the sun
And dangle our feet from the horizon
Proud and free, wannabes
We chased a dream
Wild eyed, lonesome, freaks
Pirates on an asphalt sea
Of red lights, running river
Another night tracing the dark
Crimson eyes, white knuckles
And a black and blue heart
Are we wading in the water
Are we walking on the tide
Running river may you ever be our guide
No endorsements, no reinforcements
Only three hundred horses pulling me home
Down that road sweet road, so roll baby roll
Red lights, running river
Another night tracing the dark
Crimson eyes, white knuckles
And a black and blue heart
Are we wading in the water
Are we walking on the tide
Running river may you ever be our guide
Running river may you ever be our guide
Running river may you ever be our guide
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