Mapmaker

I wonder how far we can get in this little red car
Split out to the Rockies, spilled milk covers the ground, a frozen work of art

Move on to the Midwest, across the plains, in the morning wet with dew
As we all awaken, a dozen roosters crow, and we make do

And we'll be runnin' naked in the green, green grass
Feeling paradise, squeeze my eyes shut and pray it lasts

The Atlantic veiled our eyes with the ocean spray, never needed to leave home
We romanticized the highway, lost a tire, waited with bare feet deep in the loam

Toss our keys out in the reeds, wade around in the marshes unabashed
Make our way back to the country, drawing circuits that we'll pin up on the maps

And we'll be runnin' naked in the green, green grass
Feeling paradise, squeeze my eyes shut and pray it lasts

And we'll be runnin' naked in the green, green grass
Feeling paradise, squeeze my eyes shut and pray it lasts

I wonder how far we can get in this little red car
Split out to the Rockies, spilled milk covers the ground, a frozen work of art



Credits
Writer(s): Riley Timmer
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